i
have always been between — Have and Have Not — Doubt that i
would/could/should know Truth. And
now fear more We collectively — the All of Us as FAMILY
—
misappropriate “god” as an idol making what is beyond definition:
mean cruel small false.
Departure,
death and then? or a new life! I measure the treasure of my identity.
In other words: were this shelter on fire what would I grab exiting
the door. Annie, of course, for she is my cat
companion
responding/corresponding in mutual language / asleep or awake /
things going bump in the night or sighs/laughter
in
light. Save for her what else do I carry forward? That which I have
squirreled
away forging a life for myself and she alone the
two of us? Moving towards Pamela Joyce
Or
M.
We've said our goodbyes/hellos across whatever separates us. As I will
always swim in the emerald green infinity of her
eyes/love/kindness/generosity
Like
Wile
E. Coyote http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VEFmFMeXV3E
flung/hurled from the precipice I bounce back attempting flight yet
again . . . up from the abyss marginally higher the next mesa. Less
dusty but more sandy/salty.
130521 MDT 09:13 misappropriate
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