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Sirens’ sound pierces air, cuts this peace
into a thousand parts, condradictions.
In this space earth meets sky, both turn their backs
and cloud is borne in emptiness between.

As if a fly,trapped, ‘tween panes of glass
in murderous sanctuary, maddened
by the free fall and flight of crows catching
wind, bragging blindly aimless liberty.

Two clouds appeared in such hollow space, one
eastward bound one west; one forked breath set
in opposition to itself. I stood
witness from a deep hillside stone cradle.

And on the ground sun cast dark arcs through cloud
managing to shine, weakly, a small path;
met at both ends by large pools of gold light:
an hourglass, born from the obstructed rays.

A reflection of the plight of cloud cast
down on the city of man, faint visible
lines of restriction in time and in space
reminding that nothing on earth is free.

Work

I have got piles of crap to do,and I've taken a very generous lunch. But all I want to do is sleep. Sleeeeeeeeeeeep. SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!!

Haha. Reconciling the millions of bills is the last thing I want to do right now. Dammit.



I like my job, though. Surprisingly enough. Enough to sit here and type and look busy.


LOL.

Fall :)

Days are getting colder, and more damp. Fall is setting in, and with it will (hopefully) come a fresh breath. I love fall for this very reason. It's like a reset button on life for me. A time to switch gears a bit. I have a lot to look forward to this fall, the highlight being the birth of my new godson (I'm almost sure that it will be a boy, although there is no evidence), and a possible move into an apartment with a very close friend.

Last fall I was packing up and getting ready for my move to California. It is evident how that turned out. Haha. But that, too, was a time of much learning and it was a definite switch in gears, for better or worse, I couldn't tell you. I did, however, form a better bond with my father and learn a lot about myself, mainly that I am almost exactly like him (this is a big argument for the nature side of the genetics argument! lol)

Late night musings.

It is night time, and I love the night time and very early morning best. The world is alive and yet serene. Daytime can feel so intrusive sometimes, mainly due to people's activity. Fall will be a nice time to get away from it, and maybe take a few visits to the hills and mountains for the changing of the leaves.

Train

I wonder where the train winds in the distance,
for I hear its soulful mourning, lead cadence
pounding o’er the hum of crickets in the dark,
but I have never seen.

Sight is muted in a liquid night, hands’ touch
aimless. One can grope for sight, endless,such
that hours, weeks, a lifetime pass all for naught but
futile clutchings, life’s mean.

And the train goes on, and there is no wisdom
in its cry but true beauty in its kingdom
of static impermanence. Steel grinds on steel,
tracing great paths in soil.

Indifferent, all of it. Earth and metal,
flaxen stalk of wheat, flourishing weed and nettle.
These do not seek meaning in a train’s loud wail,
these do not seek to see.

These follow their natures as do we, blindly
groping for meaning in sky and ground, wildly
hoping we are not left to our own lost minds
to seek meaning from voids.