justwrite 11 september

if you’ll remember it was about this time many years ago plus a few that came true such a possibility as existence the resistance being futile the dishes already clean I mean I washed them and then it was time for elsewhere a new adventure this is what is meant by being present here I am and thanks for the yesplease we are teased out of air and back into space pressed into place to fit a general form then stretched from our minds to outgrow the meanest norms there are storms as we often see there is swimming to infinity and other goal-directed efforts we’ve hurt prides and skinned knees but the trees keep growing anyway and the rivers don’t switch the other way there is continuity a sense of community and other parts greater than our selves we toast our healths and also our bread instead of laughing outloud sometimes we crowd our thoughts in little letters and tap our fingers to the rhythm we’re in it we’re given this time to be living and we do our best to pass each piece forward to share the pie to chart the sky and study it with reverence the easy dance we do when discovering the moon is overfull and spilling milkwhite over its edges cresting and resting caressing the dark and answering our wishes with deep sighs it’s hard to surprise eternity the scene we see the stars we’ve carved with our eyes from the skies in disguise at sunrise and revealed with the healing velvet of night we’re bright enough to avoid clichés and sometimes they’re stayed but sometimes break free and the scenery becomes a crayony flat field yielding lines and fine designs of a simplified sort but this is a picture too and the animals in the crew are well represented by sticks as the tricks of fur and curvature are crystallized in superfine clarity the disparity between life and air pressed hard there in colored wax an easy track to follow but not quite a map that’s hollow enough to live inside and so we’ve tried to make our ways to tilt the maze to raise the flag and march or creep if the climb is steep to sing or listen as the rivers twist in and out of our path we will last and we will first in this life that’s unrehearsed and we will try and try again and be thankful for our friends for our families those holding us through calamities and rhymes that meet the tongue like honey unstrung from the flowers to the sun