Ramsy
"Wander, blindly and quietly and freely”
Reading: “The Call to Worship” by Bob Hicok
Listening: “Hotel TV” by Folk Bitch Trio
Watching: “Abondoned Naples Apartment” by Never Too Small
For a good boy and those who loved him.
Ramsy
Nothing prepares us for the undertow of loss Yes, pain and only pain in the fresh, sharp aftermath Inside that pain, you will make a home Waiting for closure in this wide open wound of a world There is no underglow in the unknown, not this kind But for every dark web spun up in you there is a patch of shade at the base of an ancient elm where he rests In the grief decomposing your heart a flower is forming from the ripest edges of what you lost Among the cloud of possibility and dried husks of sparrow-pecked seed pods is his steely gratitude for the chance of life and the unbending certainty of your love In the reflection of the still river the sky sits patiently at your feet, just as he might He is everywhere now When we wander, blindly and quietly and freely, perhaps we step into peace And that is where we can let go of our crumbling selves Outside our shelter, made so kindly Into nature’s nurture and plans unknown Here, in the shadow of the mountain As you lie down with the thought of him in that bed of pine needles and feel them crunch under the inertia of his absence harbor some kindness for yourself Because the path to repose belongs to no one but the stars