What I am thinking.
what am i thinking?
I won't claim this is anything other than what the title overtly states. Still, I was on the plane from Seattle to Dublin and found myself mentally engulfed in syllables and reflective thoughts on the cyclical nature my life has followed thus far - what else was I to do? A string of connected haikus, each acting like a stanza, seemed to be the way to capture what I was thinking. Looking back on it, perhaps not... We tried. Have you ever been
near starved, then had food? Joyous. Much of life is so. The pain is too deep, the darkness unbearable, yet relief is more. The height of the cliffs, the depth of the valley floor - suffering and joy - the echoes of time. A silence broken, then still. Happiness, sorrow. Perhaps life mimics the pattern on grander scale - life itself, the trough.
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