Today I mowed the backyard after a rainy month, it was sunny and warm and I really enjoyed doing it with only my shorts on, bare chested like a five years old playing in the sun. Every now and then when my body got too hot I switched the sprinkler on and enjoyed the water on my hot skin. After I finished cutting the grass I started observing the flowers in my backyard and the parrots flying joyfully through the trees while I was enjoying the smell of freshly cut grass and the smells of Jasmine and wild flowers. I spent the whole afternoon in the backyard taking these photos.
Each thing I do I rush through so I can do
something else. In such a way do the days pass -
a blend of stock car racing and the never
ending building of a gothic cathedral.
Through the windows of my speeding car, I see
all that I love falling away: books unread,
jokes untold, landscapes unvisited. And why?
What treasure do I expect in my future?
Rather it is the confusion of childhood
loping behind me, the chaos in the mind,
the failure chipping away at each success.
Glancing over my shoulder I see its shape
and so move forward, as someone in the woods
at night might hear the sound of approaching feet
and stop to listen, then, instead of silence
he hears some creature trying to be silent.
What else can he do but run? Rushing blindly
down the path, stumbling, struck in the face by sticks;
the other ever closer, yet not really
hurrying or out of breath, teasing its kill.
1 comment:
AT LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAST a new post :)
Beautiful :)
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