Naming Day January 27, 2018

I often find my reality at the bottom of a coffee cup. Waiting for me to recognize it, think about its possibilities, write about even though the words are never adequate to express the ocean deep and wide that existence truly is. I sometimes find my reality in its simplest forms: a walk in the Wilderness park, the sound of unseen creatures running through the dead leaves.

Naming Day

Beyond sight, beyond the fragile veil

where thought haunts unconsciousness.

That's where my Self lives.

One day a child, the next an old man.

Neither can remember the other’s name.

Asphalt trails through the woods.

Autumn leaves go to die here

at the hands of mourning crows.

Memories around, abound around

an empty grave so dark and black

the bottom can't be seen.

Staring at my reflection

hovering above a frozen lake.

I’m desperate to remember

what the hell I looked like.

Fishing for a reason, a thought,

a reasonable thought. A whisper

of a wind is all I hear, is all I know

beyond the brutal fact that

I am, miraculously, still alive.
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