And AmI am thick;More Like This
full of things that are.
Cells and thought and body organs,
rotating through the routines of life.
The days keep getting hotter.
The sweet scent of berries in the mountain air.
Flies and birds and deer
and the hum of old classics take to my memories.
Dry dirt to mud to dust to nothing,
just a whisper of the world breathing.
Everything is heavier now.
A wonder the wonder could turn so strange.
I thought years would make me wiser,
and so it seems it has.
Perhaps it is the journey I have disliked.