9-13-26

How can I be anything but grateful,

Grateful for an unfathomable universe.

Grateful for the desert wilderness my life has become.

For the scientific-mystical perfection of a tree.

For the contradictory thoughts I take direction from.

For my total inability to belong anywhere and my obsession to escape.

For collapsing stars in the still dark night.

For the fear born faith and the hollow words of comfort.

For the manufactured reality that I can observe from a safe distance.

For a death that is patient willing to abide another moment.

For the secrets revealed to my heart and not my mind.

For my desire to keep searching never keeping what I find.