Since June 3rd, 2019,
there has been duty, quiet, tears
and just now
I am sad, alone, empty
No, not alone. Lonely!
Sure, there are words, the garden,
projects in no distinct order.
Breathe, look around. What’s missing?
The warmth of an other.
There is no other
beyond words and thought.
How often am I there?
Seldom.
Folks say get another dog.
I’ll just follow my feet.
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One of my favorite professors used to say: You can’t plan too far ahead. The phrase can be read as a lesson in futility. Or it can be read as the ultimate expression of hope. Either way, I say as you say–just follow your feet.
I thank you Alan. We may be in agreement here. Some folks think following the feet mean keeping eyes on those 52 bones. The feet are propelled by stimuli. Moving one way or another is determined by the stimuli that compel us most.
I look at where my feet are now. Was it fear, love or other emotions that led them here?