I’ve logged more experience than most with simplicity and the complexity you discover inside simplicity, minimalism and asocial behavior, endurance and landscape.
Here is the truth: I think some deep wisdom inside me (a) sensed the stress, (b) was terrified for me, and (c) gave me something new and hard to focus on in order to prevent me from lapsing into a despair coma — and also to keep me from having a jelly jar of wine in my hand.
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There was a landfill operation going on that summer dusty caterpillars squalling in the heat i watched you bony river from the levee where my burning shoulders stood sweat-dry in the desert air i’d heard you were sister to the Nile, running north and standing there i half expected pyramids among mesquite and gilded barges shimmering down your muddy throat your water drew my body then as now it draws my mind to honor a patient ageless borning in a dry fanged land.
eggs on a plate light sleet rattles fenders in the parkinglot no coffee today, stomach burns “if meaning is not everywhere it is nowhere” waitress tumbles tips into a styrofoam cup ballpoint “cindy” on the side from the way she mutters she loves the work. cold falls through the swinging door; change tables to dodge the draft sleet comes to rain sky like sludge “cuppacoffee” what the hell. “his miracle is when he is hungry he eats, weary, sleeps”
James Magill