Deviscive Erosion

You stand on an errant piece of land,
earth moving silently beneath your being,
being shifting in such a phantasmic
and abhorrent way as to keep all life
in a constant state of flux.

You’re 5, 12, 21, 29, 33, 42, 950.

The earth cares nothing
for the architecture of our arithmetic.
It tears down our numbers,
our meticulously calculated kingdoms,
one glaciated striation at a time.

# 361

she looks out across the grey,
sky holding water
and me holding my breath.

i wait for her
to turn 'round,
all the while knowing
she never will.

i'd whisper a prayer
if i knew what to say.
but she is already gone,
lost before i can
even find her.

Forgo The Ego

If this hollow earth doesn’t swallow me whole, may the pagan Sun burn away all that is near and dear to me.

Ego can be let go. Leggo my ego. I'm in there somewhere. It can often be so hard to see the forest for the “me’s”.

Make me as integral and organic as the photosynthesized water droplet. May my being once again be simple and sustainable.

Let the insanity cease to hold me. The shock is wearing off, although my ears are still ringing.

I wasn’t born a prisoner, I won’t live like one for the rest of my waking days.

May my eyes remain wide, in awe of the nutrients and spirits that collaborate to sustain this body of wonder.

To hear, to touch, to see, to love and to appreciate. To quietly know deep within what does not need confirming from anything without.

You sit beneath this tree and listen, beneath this sky and hear.

You are “home” as much as you’ll ever be; this field is where you belong.

The Long Decline

I am not
but a dot.

My being some cosmic
accident.
A fell wind that blew left
when it should have blown
right.

These days I am given
are no more than a sigh.

I am here
to simply
catch glimpses
in the glances
that stray from
beneath your guarded
eyes.