63 degrees, sunny, the tide is going upstream
Maybe
the scope of your vision is narrow,
the field is wide, memory may falter,
movement, persistence, diminishes
distance between remembering,
words will come in baskets
no barren day or empty life
even dreams have voices
do not cease
to take care of yourself
Rise, go, where nature lives.
What are cruel works for man?
The siren paves a way
rage to be heard
or hurry to offer remedy
someone cries for help
arrival then silence
Start of another story
One may not walk away
drastic alteration of meanings
the grief rises when
one doesn’t listen
but invisible energy emerges
when someone cares
After all this thinking
I arrive at a camp at Lake Millinockett
to fish for brown trout.
note: The book I’m reading: When Things Fall Apart by Pema Chodron
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