Monday afternoon was fading
you told me the nowhereness of your life
a horrifying thought of an artist
ideas like pins doodling your mind
with no gusty emotions fanning the sails.
“Is there any hope?”
You told me of a man in a mountain
who lived in an ancestral cabin
who “showered in a waterfall”,
solar panels heat his stove.
Life is coherence and details.
Come down from the idyllic, the abundance
while your senses can still get involved
don’t wait for the sun
to swallow the moon
hold with your hands and mind
a “sense of eternity”
before the last consciousness of the earth