All About How I’ve Not Been Doing Anything II
My life has been very uneventful. Nope, not a change since the last time I typed that, however long ago that was. Today Doug and I brainstormed filling hollow bananas with creams and chocolates and things, and then possibly turning them into cannoli by wrapping them in the famed, Italian pastry shell. This is what my life has become, although, it’s never been much of anything but nonsense. Reminds me of an old Zen, death poem “From the bathtub to the bathtub I have uttered stuff and nonsense.”
I’ve been working on a few poems the last few weeks, sketching a bit, visiting with a beautiful girl (rather, she was visiting with me), not planning the long trip across the country (because that’s not my responsibility) and wishing I had money for developer so as to develop the film I shot in Europe.
Here’s a poem I started a couple weeks back but just now finished (I think):
Oh, flickering flame, from your provenance lifts your gaze. Your sight is warm and cheering. Yours is a great path to follow. You dispel, dissolve, throw back the gloom. And as I look around I see.
I see that all I see is what you see.
But I want more.
I look out beyond the umbrella of your gaze. I see the face that I long for: a memory which is stored in a tiny music box that never needs winding and never plays out of key.
But moving nearer means nothing. And walking farther I slip. Beyond the boundary of your light I dare not go. Yet, I see that face—it falls away like a mist.
Oh, flickering flame, I see all these things around me, negligible things (as things are wont to be), but who I really want beside me is beyond the vision of your gaze.
Oh, were that you weren’t so diminutive, that you might cast wide much larger nets from your eye; but I do not put you down. Grateful I am for every scrap, every shred of light, orange, like the sunrise which will awaken me tomorrow.
