Thought of You Today

(for Ashley Savannah Young)

Pictured catching you up 

on my life

What can I say but 

you wouldn’t know me

Is this why I still carry 

a piece of you riding shotgun 

in my heart

To imagine through your 

vicarious eyes  

and fall in love

with myself?

(originally written August 11, 2015)

Think about 70s plots

How simplistic they were

Why?

The limitations in technology?

Or the limitations in thinking?

"The Boob Tube" exposed as stimulant

Not the sedative after all

Shorter attention span means quicker

Connections which means quicker

Synapses which means quicker

Thinking, our brains percolate,

Cogitate and fizz, paranoia 

Has become our home state

Those Moments

when you think nothing
Is going on?

Your soul can be found there.

In a Nut Shell

In the beginning there was only the experience.

The simple joy of sensation

Suddenly an object

Remarked upon

Imprisoned by observation

Then remarking about the remarks

So far from the point it was entirely hidden

By its own obscurity

The essential joy of being alive

Reduced to this

"She scheduled time in her calendar to be present."

You think

You think change is finite

A flip of a switch

A decision made

On - off

Rather it is the inelegant

Maneuvering of a baby colt

Or first lesson skier

A practice

or rehearsed improvement

I Got It Back Again Today

That little piece of me
you should never give away.
I forgot
me

I'm here now .....

Life is

being submerged in(to) this fleshy body 

feeling all of these 

sensations ……

and learning to say 

yes.