Mar 7, 2016

with all my words



I walked as if with a purpose.

The sky peered at its own beauty through  yesterday's rain puddles.

Everything around me seemed to know,

the excited yellow Daffodils like happy school children,

the tree bark with its ancient coiling memory

the birds that looked down on me from above

and I,

with all my words,

with all my language,

with all my empty tired theories of when and why,

as if eyes wide open in a dreadful darkness, unable to see what lies before me.