the New Deal

Some will die
the rest must live.

How cruel life when it insists on carrying on through our fears. How we stand on shaky legs and are forced to continue, because as long as there is life we must live it, our Nature will not allow anything else. I wake in a hung over daze, none the wiser and soon it is June, do you know any more what you are doing than you did before? The sunshine brings fearlessness, desperate New Yorkers flooding the streets and racing for spots of grass like hopefuls of the Oklahoma Land Rush, we run into delirium and pay the next morning with the deterioration of our poor, pale, quarantined bodies. I watch 13 hours of PBS documentaries and wonder at the world. How much would it cost to buy a used car in Kansas these days?

It's all an unending collection of words, isn't it? A collection of all the things we've found, magic dust we've sifted from the galaxies, a life built on our best attempts to make sense of the stories, of the mdelodies that swim through our periphery. What a glorious, wondrous, beautiful blessing. 

Sometimes as an antidote
To fear of death,
I eat the stars.