{transcription from an “field notes” notebook while in bed… stashed here so I don’t misplace}
Finding home
No longer daunted
By subterfuge
Payola schemes or even
Assassinations by a religious stooge
Still enamored by overbites
Pretty lies feathered caps
and quicksilver mines
Confused by burning coals
to alchemize
cartoon currencies
in a triangular ruse
I don’t need a course
To tell me to be happy
I already know what wealthy means
Have you a garden, a pen and Wood stove?
The answer to the biggest question is:
“to love, and to be loved”
The pathway to go there is: kindness, tolerance, empathy, intrepidness, weakness is strength
All this is to say:
Cynicism avoided, reality reinvented, consensus subverted, admiration for the usual
Savor the regular days, notice the magnificence in nonchalance & common place.
Get down on your knees!
To look closely
The tactility of grass
The softness of sand
The circles and cycles
The shards of pottery
The ants smaller than the other ants
The lichen, the moss the dirt
The rivulets
The worm holes to everywhere else
Will lead you back to exactly here.
