Attach nothing to this life.
this life is nothing in & of itself.
I’ve been doing it for maybe longer than you
all I’ve learned is I no longer want to be a particle
but a wave.
What do the words mean anymore?
I understand when I say them, I’m posting the wrong message
the one that these go for in this time.
I’m not talking them in today’s terms, though.
I gave up the moving forward & am taking a u-turn.
I need to have my today re-couched in yesterday.
And not just any yesterday, but a specific, focused, energetic of a yesterday.
the one where words had definition, & borders amongst themselves, & meanings.
I speak them that way at times.
I’m zooming in on my past, doing a close-up on who I was; with who I Am
aligning the two.
Once I got that, I’ll bring in who I want to be.
Life’s Little Potato Peeler
I like the analogy of being a whittler, of tiny shaves & curls of wood
tickling down to feather at my feet.
i like the idea that there might be a beginner spirit in the wood
waiting to get out, to sit on the shelf
to move among the thrift stores of the world.
I know at times, I do this with my life.
My pen makes a great tool; the sharpest knife ever,
that, & my words.
Each memory I consign to the forest floor
will blow into someone else’s tale.