on a recent excursion into a wooded area, Laney and i had an idea to both write a poem that began “here, in the shade of the trees.”
so here’s mine, ‘cause i was trying to sleep and got inspired! yeaaa!
here, in the shade of the trees,
we steal away from the bastard sun.
we tuck and roll, lost in a cloud of clarity.
like herbal magic, all that stress comes undone.
we gaze blankly at the forest
around us, enamoured.
glad that these trees won’t be planks
waiting to be hammered.
this is no place for destruction!
this is where the trees grow unchecked.
so we sit in the dirt, barefoot, and marvel
all the martyred leaves that collect.
we move lazily along the trail,
settling into a new nook,
it’s marginally different here,
but still a page from the same book.
under these swaying giants,
we find the solace we seek.
we come to ponder our own ineptitude,
growing weak by the week.
something about the glittery footpath
reminds us of the reason we come and hide.
away from the rhyme and reason
into a wonderland of mixed up shade and light.
what is it about the open air of society
that urges us to shy away into the shade?
likely a myriad of concerns plague us all,
possibly even a bed that’s never made.
it’s so much deeper than that.
a truly molecular connection.
i’m the very same as those trees,
but with an alleged sense of direction.
it all comes back to the earth — all of it.
every second we live, whether we like it or not,
will inevitably lead us back to mommy earth.
to that special, just-for-you place to rot.
i wrote this. :)
If it does not matter who wins or loses, why do they keep score?
Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before.
What a fool I would have been to let self-respect interfere with my happiness!
‘Flense?’ he said. ‘What’s flense?’
‘It’s what whalers used to do to whale carcasses when they got them on board,’ I said. ‘They would strip off the skin and blubber and meat right down to the skeleton. I do that in my head to people - get rid of all the meat so I can see nothing but their souls. Then I forgive them.’
The two prime movers of the universe are time and luck.
The universe is not required to be in perfect harmony with human ambition.