today was another day of the illusion humans cling so proudly. three men today working on a shower with all the bravado and spunk of a ten year old.

“Fuck.” and “Damn”. and “I like that song.”

looked them in the eyes and smiled; seeing a potential past and a definite future.

and you know what? I remembered a lot. The eyes. The shadows. The ways.

Sad really, the conflicts.

Between this and that and in between the between reside an order where the self is and deep.

And those chickens clucking the other day? It was a great day.

Now, I could write about today, yesterday, tomorrow or sixteen billion trillion years zillion’=;gagoobzon from yesterday…. and yet, nothing can truly understand me.

(i smile)

A whipping post of absolutes and dreams.

Surrendering to the others.

Retaining only an ethic of work and perspiration

and today,

to my friend

the Wind…

i say,

thanks.