I was heading to the cemetery — practicing my humming — and I knew I wouldn’t make it
The skies were threatening to overthrow my overly warm insides
I made it here — when the temperature dropped a few detectable degrees
I made it here when the first raindrops greeted me
The Maple Tree requested I go back inside so she could enjoy the rain in peace
Her neighbor hadn’t been lucky the night before — the proverbial tree falls in the neighborhood — does anyone hear it?
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Back when I was at SUNY Buffalo when I fancied myself an intellectual — I took a class with the poet John Clark — The only thing I remember is his pronouncement one afternoon: “My entire life swings between two poles — a need for solitude and a need for other people — unfortunately — these two desires never align with my actual life situation
When I’m alone I want to be with other people
When I’m with other people I crave solitude — the challenge of my life is to bring the internal rhythm into harmony with what is”
The Teacher said — “If your not freaking out your not sitting enough and don’t understand how alone you are”
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