Smoky.
The smell of a campfire.
But the nearest fire set a hundred thousand trees alight, a hundred or more kilometers away. I wonder, was that one lightning? A cigarette? A carelessly managed fire?
Smoky.
The smell of a campfire.
But the nearest fire set a hundred thousand trees alight, a hundred or more kilometers away. I wonder, was that one lightning? A cigarette? A carelessly managed fire?
With every step
With every breath
With every thought
Unconscious
Inconsequential
Commitments
I live
In a state
Of commitment
The new obscures the old
The old shines through the new
A temporal collage
Of overlapping insights
Expressions, realizations
Hoping, in the end
The sum of it all
Creates some enduring meaning
All the many ways we use them
All the many ways they come to me
All the many ways they coalesce
Promoting insight
Undermining ignorance
Evoking feeling
Forming meaning
Hero
A word of nuance
Of many meanings
Of differences
Subtle and grave
With filters
Adding colours
With thinking
Adding meanings
Until the world I see
Looks nothing like
The world which is
She came into my life
Throwing a lifeline
In a turbulent time
She will never know
Nor can I explain
To her or anyone
The many ways
Her words touched me
Her songs sang to my spirit
“I’m not sure you’re supposed to look at any one thing,” he replied.