4/24/2003

Struggle
long enough
and the danger
becomes real
that is all
you are good for
freedom and grace
should you gain them
attainments
that would defeat you.
I remember a friend
who liked
the high desert
the scrub and space
mountains
in the distance
peace and quiet
the wind
a whistle.
He walked
out of my life
one day
without warning.
I think of him
now and then
with no interest
in forgetting
how good it was
when we talked
every day
but
like the life
I made
after
he went away.
I no longer
look back
as much as
I did
having packed up
and
brought with me
all that I need.
What is behind me
still there
marks places
I have been
but
won’t go again.
I stick to routines now
for
getting certain things done
which works very well
leaving time every day
for
some new creation.
Not an optimist
nor pessimist
I am preoccupied
with living
and disintegration
knowing the difference
between
what I do
and devastation.