Crag the Crow

Three wisps of clouds travel the hazy heavens.   The dome of the sky containing the cool of the day  for a bit longer this morning.  The sparrow has left the nest for his rounds.  The mouse is off on some errand.  This voyeurism is made under shade,  on a porch,  in a sorta comfy chair. The suburban wildlife is wandering, as the derelict house stands here.   Slowly sinking; slowly yellow to greening.  The cedar leans to threaten with inevitability  Of a cleansing crash from a supersubstantial sabine.    ...

Walking, joyously contemplating proactive habits. I’ve been an evangelist for so many things - Vocationally held beliefs, Occupationally instilled processes, Coerced beliefs acquiesced to for expediency. The death of death is the beginning of life and Fear of punishment a limp cudgel. And I place myself under its obedience. For ill. For ease that repeats its smarting blows. And when on the road the mind grows Boundless out of the six walls of society. To the distant past, the fogged future, The soul may ascend into the Pillar of kiln-smoke wrapping the quaking flame. On the blacktop runway, a foe arises. Newly arrived, this minivan affronts my mindful reverie Some parent urged by social tyranny of choice Pilots this convention of chattel life. And now it is directed at me. And my course never errs, Though it may be a foolish decision. My focus is on the headlight – I only ever look in one eye. I approach, the beacon grows.  ...