And suddenly you start playing with words,

and the years go by, and life is a muddy mixture

of memories and present wonders that

most cannot explain, see, share or keep

for ever.

 

I wish you understood -nothing can glow

if we just remain within our islands. Even

the truth and the beauty, let alone justice,

will not be grasped by the games

of superficial celebration.

 

Extreme awareness of light and fragility.

All keeps going -at least for now. I am

grateful, animal heartbeat, seasonal fruits,

scepticism, filtering rocks.

 

 

Photo: Ash Thayer