midnight words

Christmas lights still move at the front window

a wreath of light over the door

most of this years display is back to sleep

not ready yet for completed black

again with freezing nights

the pepper tree tent is lit red

to keep it alive until mercury rises

in a year or two

it should be thick enough in trunk

to keep itself warm while

mars is reflecting brightly overhead

and Orion is frozen in space

but ever slowly creeping through history

normal days are never the same

rituals themselves become new

tomorrows mail will be already old

as time rolls space into its spiral coil

who on edge is round and still

I am a fool to think any one thing

is always the same

one moment new

and another gone

opportunities are unknowns dancing

possibilities mere shadows

when a heart is not freed

hands cannot reach

words fall short

midnight

breached

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Benafia

GOING, GOING, GONE

I do not expect a lot of writing today; no political punditry, maybe some other reflections later, for I have that strange liquid regime to undergo for colon photos tomorrow, to try to find out why for over a decade, I on rare but sometimes multiple occasions, get a colon splitting pain. During it I wonder; is this how you die?

Since the issue is so long-lived, I am dubious about the answer being found. Some-days I have to make sure I always have a bathroom near, which is quite complicating. I might end up trying a nutritionist or homeopathic solution if there is one. There must be something.

Anyway tomorrow, live and unrehearsed, the colonoscopy show. Staring yours truly.

No. It is not going on U-Tube.

‘Keep on truckin’ as they once said in the olden days.

Back again

Some horses just walked past the front yard. Until I put up a fence around this acre in “open range land”, one could find cows munching on the front porch roses. I grow many wildflowers, so they had to be excluded, not that rabbits don’t still manage to nip sprouts till there are none left.

This Friday our new cat comes to join the home herd.

Can’t wait.