A whole universe in my fur
What is missing
marks what remains
grooves in vinyl
the space between
music
All I can think
Should have lavished them with more praise.
Brief
A splash of color before the monochrome day.
Highway to nowhere
driving all day to collect
The remains of my recently passed friend’s life
The odds, ends & bed frames
Left without a home, left to me
Splitting the drive back home so I can stop
At the little science center of his youth, next to the lake,
where he learned the names of the fish he loved to catch
Thinking of our trip to Montana & our fishing
The fly rod he brought on a visit that still hangs unused on the wall
So many people have made donations he must have been very loved she said
I can barely see the paperwork through stained glass eyes
Recording machines
How do you show a moment,
an hour,
a week
a trip
your life
Hello…
to my new followers in China, don’t be so shy.
It’s all a bit too much today
To much death this year
too little care.
‘we are born dying’ bravado in the face of loss
Dolphins only need to work twenty percent of the time
The Rapa Nui carved nearly nine hundred colossal statues to justify feeding everyone
Winter comes & goes
but we are stuck
in our time
to watch it move
The illusion of permanence in the face of infinity
Flickering frames in the dark
our brains see as motion
Every frame a story
Every life a stack of frames
Postcards unsent
Songs on repeat till the battery runs
out
Nothing is static, not even the dead
Quarks, electrons, atoms, molecules, animals, atmosphere, tectonic plates, planets, stars, black holes, galaxies, the visable universe all are in constant motion
stillness is an illusion of perspective
a memory frame, artificial to the nature of being
time to move again
