All That I Survey
The grass wiggles.
My temper.
My temper.
Biological misfire.
But the consequences are real.
She really should know me by now.
But she is a flawed creature too.
Demanding command of
All the space
Or none of it.
As do I.
As do I!!
Have you met me?
Foolish man and the mess that I am.
Fool walking in these shoes.
Mental master of it all,
Commander of none.
The grass wiggles in the wind.
The clouds drift languidly
While the sun sets.
The rain keeps wearing the mountains to dust
And the world does not wobble
At my voice shouting into the wind.
Nor do my tears wet the desert.
Mister cricket there in the field,
Chirping his own narrative.
Ah… a place to focus my ire!
CRICKET!!!
But here too I am powerless.
The cricket is too smart for
All my intellect.
All my emotion.
My temper.
My temper.
The grass wiggles.
And I cannot stop the stars.
A few summers ago, we found ourselves camped out in the middle of a field in central Colorado. Our van was not kitted at the time for summer camping, even in the coolness of the mountains of Colorado. SOMEONE insisted on keeping the doors closed because they have a pretty serious anxiety about murderous thieves in the night.
So, it was a long, hot night. And not the kind of hot that comes with passionate kisses. It came with the kind that causes tempers to flare.
So, I did the thing any reasonable male would do in a situation like this. I extricated myself to give a little breathing room and let things calm a bit before bed. As I sat at my little folding table in the growing darkness, I drew the trees and the mountains in the distance as I swatted at the hungry little mosquitos and thought about the brain chemistry that causes anger.
And then the crickets started their nightly chorus and the clouds drifted across the moon and I realized how insignificant my opinion and anger really was. What little difference it makes in the face of the universal forces that are driving us around on spaceship earth.
The grass didn't care anymore than the insects. So, as the darkness grew first too much to see my sketchbook and then dark enough to calm my mind, I folded up and crawled back to a long peaceful night.
“Quicks the word and sharps the action!”
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