The End
“Why do people die?” she asked...
“So that there can be kids.” I said....
Muddy Water
Muddy water washed it clean with the moss and algae soaked woods
The clouds threatened rain the water cold biting my skin
And before the GLOM of requirement
In the eve of change known and the maybe of change unknown The thoughts cacophanous dull-witted drone
The cold muddy water washed it off
And fall is coming
The Old Man
November 17, 2017 On the Train
I miss the Old Man Template and spring Laughter and Work and cigars and Love Remembering always how he started I ache to know what he held that's being lost
Life is too short to work with people who don't recognize it The people who live to work and let their lives pass them by
There are only so many years left Those years are mine Nobody elses I choose Where I am
I love fishing hard Through hours Starting early To see a whole tide The casting into the wind The two foot chop The hard won fish
Today none came to hand but I saw a wall of fog come over me with the wind And the mountains across the bay only showed themselves once the water had passed
The bite was sparse and cautious Except the one who bit my lure clean off And the second one who took the shiny shrimp
Walking back uphill, a mile or more With a good friend to drive home with And the promise of a warm shower
I love the overcast days The grey of the sky and the grey of the sound The beds of oysters Cobbly stones
Trees in the water Bowing to their fate And washing out past the current like a river against the shore
The jingle of a dog's collar The wet of my jacket My fingers pruning up My hat's brim blowing around
Then the slack came and the waves were lessened and there was one last bite before we were done
Windburnt and sore The body feels the tired deep into the bones The heat coming back from the shower The heavy sleepiness comes with the warm air
The memory stays The green mountains The tall firs The Kingfisher's chatter The incoming tide
Until the dreams come....
title: Working Hard
date: February 6, 2014
Soul sucking work doesn't come from working hard. It comes from working hard without hope of an end. Not an end to work. An end to arrive at.
Work is journey worship pilgrimage and the pilgrim doesn't always know what they will truly learn until the journey has come to an end.
And learning can be hard...
title: Sleep
date: January 21st, 2014
I would sleep for our country in the olympics and not just for the extra nap.
I would do it for for our country's glory eschewing a sleeping cap.
I know my mind when it's had sleep its edge sharp and bright
until I cut into my stress then I want again to sleep at night
title: The Single Minded Focus
date: December 5th, 2013
It went away I had to make friends with ambiguity smell the roses and wait
The waiting is almost over now and it came back yesterday
It crept in I lost time and forgot it's tenacity metal music marching along
The waiting is almost over now and it came back
Now we are of one mind
title: Seattle
date: December 5th, 2013
Walking the hills of Seattle many of the people are so much better dressed, I feel like a country boy even though I'm not.
Smelling the air from Puget Sound I remember that Seattle was a country boy too. All of these well dressed people are as out of place as I am.
title: Fishing
date: December 1st, 2013
I went fishing with my Mom because I learned to fish from her. The rivers of Ohio with white bass and trout.
Yesterday the wind whipped around us, but the rain held off. Only a few bites and no fish to hand.
I asked her if she took me fishing because she was worried about me.
She said, no, because you're the only one crazy enough to fish with me on a day like this.