Tuesday, July 15, 2014

For us, 4am

First we're here
And then we're not
So help me to help you
While we're both here on the spot.

Ron Wilson
4am July 10, 2014

The sense of it is that we live and we die. The intention is to share this reality, like it or not. There is a feeling of companionship in the content of this piece, the tone of the writer is respectful yet a bit common. We experience the grouping of individuals like pieces of stew in a melting pot of humanity in which life is sometimes uncomfortable and steamy. We are here in a specific place - it's close, and easy movement isn't a walk in the park. I'm not a Zen Buddhist like Peter Coyote but we seem to share some sentiments about life. There's not much emotion or intellect in my poem, but it is what it is. A sharing.

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