Fixing Unbroken

Sometimes I drift.

I make comments about fleeting thoughts and just as quickly poof, I can’t recall that I uttered a word. There are times I am alarmed at my slovenly fashion of navigating precious daily allotment of time.  I can scarcely recall what my objectives were at the beginning of the day when I lay my head to rest.  I’d say the greatest amount of my time is spent reacting to impulsive thoughts.  If I’m lucky, Montse will echo her thoughts on the topic and we’ll converse for some time in a direction. We pluck at fragments out of a familiarity with inefficiency in a flawed expectation of life needing to flow in order to make sense.  I read a poem, and I so wish I could credit the author because for me, poetry rarely hits me between the eyes.  Heck, I’d say I am more than most, able to get the message all wrong, or I’m guilty of assigning a deep emotional meaning to a subjective observation:

 “It’s the artist rendering a bleak result from heartfelt hope?” 

The Red Painting by Jimmi Win

“Nope, he liked red”

   When I captured the title of this posting it was because I was weary of listening to reports of dire need and necessary suffering for the local news to stay in business.  When they fail to find the natural missteps of human beings trying to be happy they’ll focus in on events that have no real bearing on the public well being.  Does it matter that a deer crossing in the foothills is dangerous for deer?  Why waste my time.  In fact, why even introduce a topic I have no influence over at all?  Enter this poem.  It begins with an obvious occurrence in our daily lives…the objective of our intention until the ceasing of our struggle.

TO FIX THE UNBROKEN

The red sun strangles the moon

From the sunrise to sunset

Do I really hear it choking?

This feeling I dare to feel

Diving out of bed

To jump back again

Wake me down

So I can put you up to sleep

Just knock for me when

Belief has gone broke

Only if it’s broken.

It’s the cycle we can’t fix

Yet we keep on fixing

Author unknown

So I resonated ~

My Kinship

I post this from nudging angst my thoughts suggests

where ideals fade into obscurity;

but then, so will all words I cherish.

I claim to make it matter, if only by assigning what is important;

when I brought this to the forefront of my attention.

Only these moments,

when I draw breath can anything exist

We commonly speak of governments, economies, politics and health

as if they have power over

us

they are distractions.

What can I affect?

just the distance I feel…away.