It’s dark between the trees
There’s a chilling bite in the air
and it’s dark between the trees.
As dawn begins the owl settles in
he’ll sleep cozily, wrapped in feathers
and won’t mind the cold.
Daylight creatures awaken
the volume in the forest rises
yet it remains dark,
a lone woman walks from the woods
dragging behind her a shovel.
Exhausted, though relieved its over.
Reaching her bed she pulls
the down blanket over her,
thinking of the owl.
Just standing on the train platform made me nervous. I was familiar with the speed the train passes through, the loud rumble that runs alongside and the wind, that can easily topple an elderly person without ever noticing. There was something else in the air this morning, however, I didn't know what, but something.
Across the tracks, on the
opposite platform, someone’s grandmother was having difficulty controlling the
rather large dog at the end of a leash.
Perhaps she is meeting her grandson and thought bringing the boy’s dog
to the welcoming party was a good idea.
No one around her seemed to be
stepping closer to lend her assistance.
I’m guessing none of them cared to have dog hair on their business
clothes, or maybe get bitten. Just that
second, I realized she was on the wrong side.
That side was for departures.
Everyone there was heading into the city. She should be over here, but now was not the
time to yell out. The board over the
office window was already lit, announcing the approaching train.
The sun doesn’t come in but there
is a warm spot in the cave. Most of us gravitate
there. The wind doesn’t get that far
back either. There are unexplored
sections, but odd noises can be heard coming from them, so no one cares to
wander off into those areas.
Occasionally there will be a smell, but we all tend to ignore it.
Last week, Lary found a carpet remnant
and dragged it back here. It wasn’t all
that clean, but it did add a little something to the place.
That winter follows summer, day
follows night or that you follow me.
What makes you think I know where I’m going, or even where I’ve
been? I don’t know how any of this
works. Nobody showed me.
Yes, the water comes out of the
faucet, words come from this part of the telephone. Just don’t ask me where they are just before
the moment they come spilling out.
Someone must know where to put
these houses. Each one is put over a
water source and electrical current, because each house sems to have what it
needs. If there is an abundance of that
stuff in the earth, then they put up apartment buildings or office buildings.
And just how does computer ink
work? No matter what language you use,
the inks knows how to form the right letters.
Really! It just sems to already know. It’s bizarre.
Someone a great deal smarter than
me has figured all this out. That’s the
one you should be following. Go look for their blog.
But wait, Here's another thing. For years now, humans have dug into the earth and come up with gem stones, gold and even aluminum. Just where on the planet did they find Styrofoam?
No longer just this couch and I
I've got to move, I just must try
A couch potato I'll not be
I'm off, I am - the world to see.
Yet when I rose the cushion dent
reminded me of time I've spent
How cruel I'd be, and how unkind
to simply leave this couch behind.
No better friend I've ever found
It's not my fault, I sat back
down.
The ibis seem to follow crows
where one travels, the other goes,
through the grass up to their knees
or perched atop the tallest trees.
They’re not alike – I don’t know why,
even so, as friends they fly.
