Mike Humfreville - 9-29-2003 at 11:26 PM
i spend so much time hanging on edges
i?m not sure where they end, where they started,
where i might step off into open air and the unknown
and where i might tred firm ground.
what is firm ground, anyway?
edges are alignments. of work, of family, of friends
places where i?ve made or implied commitment.
at times i want no edges, no responsibility for others,
or for myself. i want to float in
a pool of temperate water and face down and
reflect across the meaning of life, my existence, and
test the quality of my lungs and life
thus far.
i see me reflected in tidepools across a wide lagoon.
a haven from the tattered and worn
images of favored society
i have represented and support.
i must jump! to avoid too many edges.
they plead with me.
stay, they say. but i cannot.
i have jumped now. the edges are gone.
landed at a small lagoon, i am at last free.
observations upon entry to a new world,
a chance for new impressions on my heart.
a bird dancing across water wearied with ripples
in an afternoon breeze
as sun sets west
across mountains
and mullet penetrate the surface
in reverse for some, and
my sphere sparkles with love and a sense of building.
i watch the helpless beasts
strive to survive
as best they know how, far better that i
the little i.
that is me then, the little i.
i must be here then for a simple means,
no grand scheme?
what a relief.
now i can participate. i can be one with all i know.
tonight i can play with the tiny nightlife
along the edges of a bay
and join in their frivolous chatter of life
and death in a small lagoon.
and again i am in love.
my new friends care for me.
and i am gentle with them,
those tiny fellows.
i may form new cares and causes with others.
it must require a great sensitivity
and simplicity
to bond with the less complex
only to find they are the more?
the tiny beast that has stung me
worked only for existence of his species while
i do the same for mine.
we are programmed.
i am again on the edge, but now
one with nature, and know, somehow,
that all i know contains edges.
i can?t count them, but
they?re there lurking,
waiting for me to trip and
commit myself
to a cause or an institution.
and during my fitful images
awake or asleep
i remember my loves and
places i have cares for?
they are my edges.
[Edited on 9-30-2003 by Mike Humfreville]
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Capt. George - 9-30-2003 at 04:36 AM
Mike,
Thank you, what a wonderful read to start my day.....
Is it any wonder we're all addicted to this site?
Adios mi amigos.....Capt. George
Bajabus - 9-30-2003 at 05:53 AM
Thanks Mike....I never feel as alive as I do when I sit on an edge and dangle my legs in the great void.
A GOOD READ
Capt. George - 9-30-2003 at 08:42 AM
Mike , printing this out, will raed it many times on our way to Loreto...hope to meet you all in Baja....
Capt. George
Bumper Sticker
jeans - 9-30-2003 at 11:13 AM
If you're not living on the edge, you're taking up too much room.
- Unknown - (He sure writes a lot of neat stuff)
jeans
Mike Humfreville - 9-30-2003 at 03:23 PM
We'have that bumper sticker on POT II! Best ever. We got it from BajaNana.
David K - 9-30-2003 at 05:18 PM
I kind of like the bumper sticker that says: "Viva Baja"!
