June 19th, 2024 Half Dome Diaries
Curling black from crematorium sta… tell me again the hoax of the soul… The cowl paces, pretends to be faceless, swinging silver
The ravens were about me and I felt as though I moved with the… Full am I, too, of grace and inst… Knowing the wind can tell a secret… being a vastness of numbers,
I lost my pendant, a dove with a wafer or solar cross… on the back was written 'Sterling’… I searched for hours. I felt silly and embarrassed to
Nine times out of ten, it’s a demon you’re seeing, not an angel. They have all kinds of disguises, I know-I know,
Eyes to the ground, cutting through an alley, ruminating about a fight with a si… I notice a stray dog following, when I stop to pet it
There in the mast of the sailboat one of the many slumbering next to the spit There by the lowered sail
This day, there is no ONE to beat your fist… No party, no tyrant, not even a faction—
There is a stream of what could have been which flows on with the same rate and newness of what is.
A whole lifetime can go by simple and average, without change, misunderstood, or understood all too well—
Praise those who sit and wait for nothing. Who sit still and know they are owed nothing. On the mat each inhalation
Oh, Death! Two beers and I’m on my back! Skipped the shower, skipped the toothbrush. Just a film of sweat,
I hear now a raucous party in the… Recognizable party tracks fun and… Laughter, joviality, intoxication… With the advent of unseasonal heat… the moment of festival and mating
Blameless is the working man Who can tell him, ‘put aside your drink!’ And what do I do but lay pavers?
I have this sensation when remembering the poignant noteworthy moments, Lovers, the Dead, crimes—
I gave way to Love and felt some marked change in psyche something difficult to speak about