Moving On

Weaving round and around, creating the lair,

she hung the web from chair to chair.

Moving in circles, again and again,

the finished trap was now her pen.

"There’s no way out and nothing new!"

"Who made this web, was it not you?"

asked the wind as it blew through,

"You chose this place, is that not true?"

The spider moved on, singing a song:

"That was a place I didn’t belong

and it’s so good to be long gone!

Why oh why did I stay so long?"

The Marker

It marks its time on earth by resolutely inching toward the sky,

recording memories, sending offspring into the world,

never pausing to question its existence.

Leaves are let go when the time is right.

Still quietly confident, its silhouette now unadorned,

the tree patiently awaits the new birth of its foliage

and leaning over the asphalt lane, watches us go by.

                           

Death, or Life

The woods are so inviting - they call me to come, lay down in the leaves to rest and let the myrtle and vines slowly grow over me.

Gravity maintains its gentle, relentless pull;

the desire to remain upright ceases.

My arms expand into the earth as we embrace each other.

The world no longer knows my name

but I move with it through the universe.

The wind and I brush past the flower’s petal,

My song is part of a bird’s melody,

And I dance with stardust on Orion’s Belt.

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My life is made up of doing things in bites, small chunks, a little of this and a little of that. I flit from topic to topic, hobby to hobby, vocation to vocation (I have kept my family, however). Eventually I circle back to previous interests but just can’t stay long on one thing. The subject gets tedious and I get bored. It’s history today, Roman, no, make that American. Tomorrow is Ann Tyler fiction, and the next day is, hmmm, maybe gardening, birdwatching, or a photo shoot.

I’ve always admired people who obtain great depth of knowledge in one field. But I can’t pick one. I’ll never be an expert at anything. I know a little bit about a lot of things. Excelling at nothing, I do many things adequately. The single-minded thoroughness that is required for a specialization is a trait I do not possess. Is this a shortcoming? Maybe. Diving too deeply into any one thing makes me worry that I might miss something else.

All in all I’m ok with my approach to life. Although I don’t drink too deeply from any one well, I do appreciate the many flavors provided by a multitude of them.

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