In a fit of wonder
off we go to the
place we started
from with renewed
purpose in our
hands and an old
song in our hearts
and nothing but the
thirst for wisdom
stuck in our heads
{images: Pixabay}
If I told you that
I can walk through
walls and see around
corners and glimpse
possible futures
would you drop
the pretense that
anything is real and
join with me in the
pure joy of magic?
We all have power
to reanimate lost
causes & hopes &
loves & lives &
most importantly
the soul of a
world turned into
a machine by those
barons of ill-fated
flights from reality
The times & tides
rush forth in the
midst of knowing
that we glimpse but
a morsel of life
a mere grain of vast
beaches scattered
like shattered
jewels of hesitant
existence ebbing
& flowing forever
—
NOTE: written aside a dry creek circa Spring 2026, while whittling sticks (not a misprint!) in the quest for some bucolic life that never actually existed except for brief moments when stars and soils aligned but those damnable incursions of mechanized routines kept tearing at the placidity and that’s why I found myself sitting there wondering where the water was and how satisfying it is to just work with sticks and stones to make nothing in particular for no one at all…