Thoreau had it right

Thoreau had it right

I drive in my car

Unsure which way to go

In need of direction from that cosmic force whose voice resounded three years ago

These days it is silent

I made time to call my 89 year old grandmother today

She wondered if I was alive and well

She asked when I’d come visit

I feel like an asshole for not being there more

My days are filled with the sense of a changing of tides

It is going to break soon

It still hasn’t

I am convinced revolution is on the rise…somewhere

Yesterday I woke up from a bizarre dream

He was here again

I was myself

It looked like us 5 years ago

Time was on rewind

Like a favorite film played over and over again

Last night I picked up the book I’ve been meaning to read

Lately everything lacks depth

voice and reason

Lacks the warmth of anticipation

Perhaps Thoreau had it right

Hoeing beans, awake, alive, breaking away from the quiet desperation

Where less is more

Where who you are means more than your over priced threads

or your pompus foreign vehicle

Where integrity and fidelity abounds

My current location has no woods, no mysterious dark rocky places

The land here  isn’t ripe or plowable

The zip code here doesn’t even make sense