Jul 6, 2021

I raise my arms up to heaven; love and compassion.

In the mirror, in the photographs, a much older man.

Near my ramshackle house is a railroad track,

Still in use with several freight trains a day,

Either direction. If I had my ‘young strength’ again

I would load my frame pack and walk that line north.

Mount Shasta, Oregon, Washington, Canada.

I would walk until I got tired and then I would rest

In the shade of the evergreen trees; pine, fir, red alder.

Hidden by bayberry and shallon shrubs, I would sleep.

Daytime, nighttime, what’s the difference, really?

-jobe


The idea of giving up all of my absurd ambitions

Seems like a gift to me now. A Christmas present.

The winter sky at night. A cold storm blows in.

I raise my arms up to heaven; love and compassion.

Then emptiness. No thought at all

Is the best thought after all.

-jobe


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