Triple Whoosh

I carry a bag with me when i walk across town or campus and pick-up trash..Its not much and I actually made money yesterday watching the ground and that which resides upon it..about 32 cents, or 16 cents per mile on a trip out to my fav windturbine....we communicate often (the windturbine and I) and Im starting to understand the spin on its dialect....there is a coursing affect during extended conversations and for some reason we always end up whispering about the future.

New Cup

I exist here in this small Oklahoma town today,...strange, yet somehow familiar, comfortable, as I wander across town at night, walking up the middle of the street lit neihborhood...making fun of the silly barking dogs, losing track of my steps, everything in its place, or so it seems, effortlessness. I am watching myself examine the immediate and i feel the swell of a true spiritual pleasure, giggling with immense gratitude that is manifested, woven into the moment.

Big-Oil Clock

In the Central United States, ( Oklahoma and parts similar to..) it is unusual to have a solid view of the night sky-- all star laden and completely spastic about the whole insignificant speck thing--mostly because of the clouds obstructing ones ability to witness such routine occurences,( they are there every night) and stand in awe, or recline awash in cosmic sprinkles..well you get the picture. I awoke the other morning without the familiar, (if you remember an Arizona star sky,--I remember..) patterns positioning on the horizon, and utilized an urban tool for time..the Conoco station sign lights up when the place opens at 6 AM and you can see it from atop the hill where I have my secret sleeping nook and if one is awake and able to percieve the instant of illumination one can assume it is time to get up.

He's back

Found a tee in the thrift store yesterday with the name Harvey on the back in bright letters..I saw him rolling a cigarette on a damp street one leg cocked against a brick building downtown moist air clinging to his woolen jacket in gloplets -like tiny clingy Tidy Bowl guys- probably waiting for a coffee shop to open or a ride to work or wondering just what it was that he did the night before to have ended up downtown at this godforsaken hour with no money a trace amount of tobbacco and three papers stuck together from the perpetual moist.

Jubal

I noticed the moon drawing me in to the cycle that is "Lunar" and it seemed at times familiar,and then it dawned, (contrast in moon-speak) on me that a Texas moon is not disimilar to the Oklahoma moons of this late summer season, and the "blurry moon" is representative or a close cousin to the Jubal Moon of a little over a year ago...a moon of whispered certainty and a time of crevassed discernment,and cratered dialogue.......

Epsilonic proof

I had a friend long ago, that I one day promised when the time came that he could no longer wag his tail, I would take him back home, ( Montana ) and bury him during a blurry moon.
That friend travels with me often..some days more than others. Not that he isn't up to it...I tend to spend a bit more of my time, (in my mind) on the present, the moment. And when the first leaves of Fall, lay brown against green on suburban lawns, and early snaps in the air become commonplace. I let my friend bound, across a Jack frosted field of Red Wintered stubble, ridgid tail, rattling pheasant loose to the sky....

Backpedal

Okay and so ive been walking alot lately and my knee, (older model) seems to kick and scream at random intervals like a child in front of a plate-O-peas..and but so I have been sending the brat to bed with-out dessert, and keep chunking out the miles, mule like, (I know, I know) and all just one footing in front of the other and wham ..peas all over the place and Ouch! Been kinda babying the whole issue, hoping it will go away, (I know like this is some chasam I've peered over the edge of before,) and but so it wont, (go away) and this dude behind the desk, (Nelson) at the Wellness center says perhaps i should ride the stationary bike back-wards..Huh..and so but I am riding this thing with the shifter in reverse and its like the kid ate his peas..........