consumption

The Sun is
building then
shadows wide, immediately falling,
August city nearing sunset,
looking up, the highest half still holds the light
gazing down, the other force; cold reversal,
geometry and movement, the shift and the chase,
feeling the constant air,
as weight, as degree, as silence, disruption.
Recognizing the precision, the cobalt pressure
It is inhaling me
and with each hungry moment
it grows, it takes back,
it steals, breathing in every inch
as it consumes, it consumes.

Fernie, July 2009

Traveling with friends to see old friends is always inspiring but especially when you see how well things are going in their lives. Goos' current situation, while possibly seeming more sentimentally satisfying due to my own personal turmoil, is undeniably sweet, and I mean that in the sappiest way possible, but I say it proudly and romantically and without any negative connotations. He has a beautiful daughter, a beautiful, thoughtful girlfriend and a glorious little house nestled away in a sunny mountain community. I am envious indeed. I told Goos how fortunate he is to have so many meaningful things in his life--- he wisely admitted that he felt incredibly rich.

I'm rich as well in certain ways, I mean, I have my health, I have passion and I have honest friends--- hopefully one day I can be so lucky as to find an ounce of the loyalty and the remarkable beauty that surrounds my good friend Goos.


(Wow! reads like a grade 7 paper...still, I mean every word, even if I shoulda put more time and effort into it.)