mindfulness wherever you go there you are
snake devours tail
man bites dust
wave and particle
~Fay L. Loomis
We stand before the red door.
It is sorrow. We must decide.
The door falls on us. That is the decision.
We are flat as a door.
It is hard to see anything but red when there is a red door on you.
And you are flat.
Everything is now decided.
We will open the door and sorrow will walk through us.
Any minute now we will get up.
this need to be left alone
April sun we too were young once
I added a layer of corrosive powder
when I releveled the backyard bricks we BBQ on.
Still, the anthill urban sprawl sprawls.
That makes me the parasite on their property.
Outwitted, now I must find a way to be a symbiote.
When I spill my drink, we drink the same margherita.
They build cities under a map of my pheromones.
Are they making a risky treaty, or a confident incursion?
I’ve done more cleaning
Since I woke up today
Than in my whole life
how deep this
Of what tomorrow will bring
Is the gift
the silence that grows