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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