Friends
I visit the Oncology Clinic this morning….so it is 4 a.m. and I am anxious.
In times like these I count on the energy which has sustained me all my whole life through.
71 years I have trod my way seeking a path of my own. Dante’s wanderer gets lost midway…Thoreau is lost at home and can only find himself solitary walking Walden Wood.
Frost and Dickerson are guides in the 24 hour days we humans live. Every choice is a crossroads leaving untaken paths behind.
Somehow I believe in Good though evil things triumph all around me. I send a letter to the future in all the conversations I had.
I admit to a shunning of society. The company I keep are the living arts of the backyard, my books, and playing with our dogs…and if opportunity allows, our one year old neighbor, E-man…