HOMECOMING
Your greed is the burden I carry
Injured, shaken, needing relief
From a collision of desire and lack
right down the street
Knowing I deserve
the ease you now take for granted
In which you may never indulge
Some monk you make
meditating on your mountain of money
Issuing indulgences to your flock
Willing this dream, that nightmare tableau to
burst into life fully formed and
hungry
I want to go home, to rest among the remaining things which
have long exhausted their futility,
Fearing I am heading to their quiet knowledge.
The undiscarded
The utilitarian
The long suffering and
sturdy objects which endure after sister and brother have
found adventure and separation in
pawn consignment second hand shops
These low places have
consumed everything that
seemed like a good idea at the time
Before the flood
Before this freeze
Yesterday brought about many ah-hahs for me. I was reeling from a mistake I made regarding writing some code in my wordpress editor which ultimately caused the whole website to lose its original theme. Many of you may have noticed this when you landed on the site and found that it was radically changed. Well I gotta tell you, it was not a fun experience, and it brought about a deluge of old programming. This massive wave of panic, overwhelm, doubt, and frustration washed over me like a proverbial tsunami. Dialogue occurred within my mind as to what, when, and why it had happened. There was a real fear of hundreds and hundreds of hours of work "not being put to good use" for the planet. It was amazing what I heard come up and how much I was irritated with myself.
