as i sit here quietly in the morning the house begins to awaken. i hear the a/c kick in. will it be a hot day today? i am listening to the constant gurgle of the aereator in the toad's tank and the water bubbling through the filter in the fish tank. the computer carries it's own low drone and right now i hear a plane outside the window. my wife moans and inwardly complains of her aches and pains. she makes sure that i hear her. i should offer a peaceful compassionate something in her direction - i am not sure what it should be.
so what does this have to do with cheek bones. everything and nothing. S was so patient with all the makeup artists that morning. it gave me pause to think about what people go through for society and for acceptance. i am not sure that many men would subject themselves to such torture. the end result might justify the process of getting there.
competition and wonder.
splendor and grace.
triumphantly we watch
as the soldiers all take their place
grace and pressure under fire
they say. do we really know any
other way? we fight, we love, we struggle
it's true. who am i
and who are you? simple reflections
of what they want us to be!
smart, reliable, simple and free.
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