134. Red Balloon

Near-summer day,
A red balloon on teal sky.
Where from, and where to?

136. What Have We Forgotten?

Perhaps it is rude,
But I must know: what have we
Forgotten as one?

Another take on Renan.

135. Impermanence Mk II

This precise instant
Born now, won't return again.
Embrace it right: now!

Ref. to 54.

134. Precipice Mk III

Days flit past the cliff's
Edge, fading into the gorge,
Falling from warm sun.

Hard to get this all in there.

133. Precipice Mk II

Flat light over flat land
Time fades into the gorge; days
Rush past the cliff's edge.

I think that is a little better.

For some reason I wanted to use words about smell and heat of time. Interesting.

132. Precipice

Stand in the light at
The top of time's dizzy serac
Stand between the darks.

Trying to get the sense of the vertiginous nature of great swaths of time that one gets at places like Rocamadour.

I may need to start writing longer forms again.

131. Imagined Community

We share ideas;
We share pains that some forget;
We look to sun's rise.


Now, the essence of a nation is that all its people have a great deal in common, and also that they have forgotten a great deal. -Ernest Renan, 1882

130. Life and SuperMax

Always tunneling,
Breaking free of restraint and
Cutting through concrete.

129. Indirect

Indirect and blue,
Slow, pained, but familiar
Living and open.

125. False Dichotomy

What if pain is both
Our inner weather and our
Light? Which pain is which?

How can we know if
The Black Dog will lead us, or
Will wander, aimless?

124 On Pain

Can it be that the
Same pain that dogs you through life
Is the fuel for light?

Can it be true that
Pain teaches us to look past
Life's surface glammer?

Or is pain merely
Our own inner weather, clouds
And Sun of our minds?

Quick smiles

There are times that a
Smile can tug at your mouth
like kittens with string.