Back-ache swoops in for a visit. My old friend. His intensity more explicit as he grows older. As we near our inevitable end. Why is it? When first comes his knock (and ‘I’ decline) my soul present spirit is ‘me, an old man’. Stuck. Hard as rock.

meanwhile … life fades away

white wall

late winter’s afternoon sunlight dapples the white wall little jump spider rushes across the lazy light’s play jumps on a fly, ricochets back one step. pauses. fly flies off late winter’s afternoon light sadly flits here and there on the white wall. spider stands still. i wonder: while she now stands there, so still, is little jump spider carried away by her struggle with severe self-criticism? arguing with herself ‘did i do something wrong?’ ‘what exactly happened there?’ ‘how could i let that happen?’

Enveloping Night

Enveloping Night

from the depths yon Earth glittering like a distant town, viewed from a dark path: playful dappled delight fading down below beyond darkening of Night.