M O (U) R N I N G

01.14.06
This morning
I suppose, that I was
mourning.

But really,
I was not – more:
Looking and listening.

And thinking about
the passage of
others. And Matt.

But deer
(dear)
came, instead.

To re-mind
me, of the
life lived now.

And that she
was hungry.
And looking.

At me, doing —
to her little
mind, some thing.

With candles,
my scent, light
the breeze.

I could hear her
breathing. And
she was scenting

Me. And the
flickering and
candle sputter.

And, in this
re-minding,
I thought

Of Matt.
And of course,
how much He

would enjoy
some thing
like this.

A moment
when some
thing comes

Forth. To
present it
self, then you

Remember
that living
is all ways

About loving
and the
live moment

Now.
That is
the memory

Of this instance
just passed,
a presence

That, in
flickering,
just passed.

Now, then;
and five years
back; it’s all

A stream
to the lovelife
of the next

second. Triad.
Forth. Pentacle.
Sextet…

They are
not lost, but
advance:

To the next
number. And
you can count

or you can
be, right here
now.

lovelife.
that’s all ways
to remember

when the
moment of
realization

brings you
two
contemplate

the past
passage which
just left, just now.

love:all

tsg

decatur / 1.14.06

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