a natural wilderness
with a monk’s prayer for good bread
daily needing and kneading
after manna or
a rice bowl
should I be begging, Zenlike,
hand me pasta and potatoes
followed by cake
all praise to whatever
I’ll blissfully polish away
with a portion for Buddha or a stray squirrel
I am surprised how much the seemingly disjointed distillations of the prose-poem experiments I’ve been publishing here still capture my experience of my first years in New Hampshire some 35 or so years ago. All the hope, confusion, redirection that accompanied the upheaval.
And so much that evaporated, for the better, after meeting the woman I adore.
The weekly series continues, all the same. As I say, thanks for the memories, to all those who have been companions and positive influences in my zig-zag journey through life.
What are you thinking and feeling, looking back and looking ahead?
yes, to be made in an image
wednesday lists several directions