Never

I choose this medium
Sometimes I never want to
Promise an ending
I envision the light and shade
The hunger
For the lie of the canvas
Painted the many hues of gray
A beauty that never came to be
Repeat Deeper
An impotent scream from high
Beyond our understanding
I curl into a ball
At the base of the mountain
And wonder why I would imagine
Such a desolate place

Experience

When do we cease to
Be aware?
All experience is memory
Death is the end of
Memory
How long before
Does everything go
Dark?
A second?
A minute?
A year?
Will we experience

Death?

In the Park

 I sat on the bank
Watching the creek
Flow
The lines pop out
As waves move
Past rock and rural
Debris
Leaves rustle
Overhead a bird
Lands on the other
Side
I am overcome
With how alive
As the world
Pulses around me
Tears sting my 
Eyes and I am helpless
Burdened
With how little I matter
Yet waste my life
Anyway

12/10/21