A writing prompt toward the present tense, a meditation in everyday language, that makes room for small noticing and our most spacious perceptions.
“Life, uh, finds a way,” and so it does
I wake up early for quiet.
For the dark. For peace.
Thinking silently is hard enough
to let the words flow but they don’t always flow
and i don’t know what to say most days
so i sit herein silence waiting for something to pour out of me
like the coffee i continually pour into the cup
that looks like horizontal prison bars
and i keep drinking brown coffee
wishing i had a better coffee maker or
a cat who’d ignore me but i’d love him anyway
I go to the graveyard and i make a point to look at the headstones
to think about my death that will happen one day whether i like it or not
and the green grass that grows between death
and i think about how ironic that is
like edvard munch said, “from my body, flowers will grow and i am in them
