May not reveal the road ahead
I travel the path before me
Accepting the unknown
I travel the path before me
Accepting the unknown
Grace, beauty, the sense of the divine
Whether or not these qualities exist in the world
In the objects I observe
Or are a construction of my consciousness
I share the experience of them
With every other human being
And while I have never seen
An Elf, Sprite or Dwarf
I know their presence
In the fantastical beauty
Of their works
Drought leaves the gully quiet
What water there is
Seeps down a shaded wall
Trickles in the valley
And here am I
Year over year
Setting down my characters
Setting down my letters
But if the coffee wakes me up
I remind myself to find a way
To reach a little further
Climb a little higher
Take another step forward
No more forward looking
No more anticipation
But for the threshold
And my own bed
it said, in a staccato burst of bold white stencils the building’s entire length. Eight windows sheathed in brown plywood, each with a stencil, right in the center.
A stencil, and bills. A few, or a pattern of eight or more. Posters posted over the admonition, over the order, “POST NO BILLS”.