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Two Paths

 

I cleared a path to the pond this morning, the one in my backyard.

The top layer of snow had mostly melted by the time I reached the edge of the just barely frozen water. But the exercise had done me some good, reminding me, as it did, of younger days when I was eager to earn a dollar or two from the neighbors. Sometimes scoring a cup of hot chocolate in the process.

It feels as if this will be the last storm of the season. Spring is just weeks away and the weather forecast is already forging its own path towards warmer days ahead. But mostly, it’s been an unusually mild winter here in the northeast. Hardly any time at all given over to thoughts of hibernation, death, resurrection, or renewal.

I can’t say that I’ll much miss the cold. But a part of me still wants to mourn it like I would the passing of an old acquaintance. All the better to welcome spring with its yet unsullied promises, I suppose.

But for now, I’ll stand here just long enough to enjoy my own path-clearing artistry.

And think back on some days long since gone.

 

Peace

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Indelicate Mercies

 

Who am I that you would bind yourself to me?

Am I not some constant failure, indecent and exposed?

I will never understand your indelicate mercies. Not for a moment.

Perhaps all the more reason you are who you are with me.

Even when I keep my distance.

 

Peace

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Neither Concrete Nor Stone

 

Armchair critics rage with jealousy over meaningless things still

Contempt, vilification, restlessness are signs of an agitated ego

Causing old men to feel useless, used up, and broken. Lash out

As you will but the stench of fear precedes and betrays you and

Gives you up before a single punch can land, for you are neither

Concrete nor stone nor some digitized brain. You are still a man

 

Peace

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Fortress

Words alone can let me in

or keep me out

A single touch can tell the story

or recall the lies

Morning can overtake the darkness

or fail to change a thing

I can stand here like some stupid fortress

or be just enough to keep you safe

 

Peace

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Random

 

No cloud, no shadow, is ever random, no aimless

walk is set upon without design. A lifetime, a purpose, a

meeting of the minds, built daringly upon some common

breath and a few simple threads alternating in space,

deviating through time, and long before

we ever could have known.

 

Peace

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The Price Of Avocados

 

I normally wouldn’t be tempted because of my budget. But these are perfect. So ripe. So colorful. So expensive.

They remind me of a time when money wasn’t tight.

I quickly refigure what we could do without from the things already in my cart. Trying to understand my need for this little unexpected indulgence. Will it make today special or different? Some sort of celebration of better days ahead? Or of survival?

(Maybe that’s just too much to ask from a bloody fruit.)

For now, a deep breath is all I’ll walk away with. Triggering my imagination just enough to make my mouth water, strong enough to boycott these feelings of inadequacy and guilt.

Until the next time.

Peace

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Discombobulated

 

After laying out a series of traps for the fellow down the street, I suddenly realized that they were better suited to entice someone else.

Someone like me.

I guess that’s the danger. Our failures, our own acts of desperation, are more easily noticeable in others. And that often leaves us angry, and anxious, and discombobulated.

Mirrors are like that.

Until the only rational option left is to cut them off or to cut them down. To act as if we are really so different, so unique. So much smarter.

Go ahead, set the trap. Break the glass.

But don’t expect much of anything to change.

Except the ability to see clearly who you really are.

Broken mirrors are like that.

 

Peace

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Counting Stones

 

Instead of counting off the minutes back, the old man made a habit of counting stones that he had found along the way. Keeping score until he reached home again.

A peculiar habit, one that he had entertained since childhood. With every step, another stone. With every stone, another step. Often several would catch his eye at once. But he always counted just one.

And when there were none close enough to actually see – old men who need glasses can still be quite vain – he’d pretend to count them anyway, never missing a single one. Confident, always, that they were just out of sight.

This was his daily routine. Just an old man counting stones on his way back home. Some as smooth as velvet, some half buried, some undisturbed for years. And so many, many more that no one would ever notice in a lifetime.

Unless you really focused. Unless you were trying to count them.

Like some old man with a trace of OCD that no one will likely ever remember.

 

Peace

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And So Here I Am

 

We can cherish without loving

But even allies will betray

We are not yet one

 

We can fall back into hardness

But even stones are made to bleed

We are not yet stone

 

We can drink from midnight’s madness

But even darkness takes its leave

We are not yet night

 

And so here I am

 

Peace

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