The forest tells me. It is in the way it shreds things, sucks them down in the aftermath of the monsoon. It tells me that there are at the most thirty summers left now, so I had best enjoy the counting.
Termites chew through the discarded doors I use as tables in my garden. They show me a life waiting to thrive on my shadows. Even while I sleep, I cannot ignore them.
seems unnecessarily pessimistic
ReplyDelete... of whom will the termites dream?
No Kit becoming aware of mortality is not pessimistic to me, it encourages me to live fully. An ex boyfriend just died so I am reflecting on morality.
ReplyDeleteI mean I am reflecting on mortality.
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DeleteI reflect on morality
I pause
I reflect on mortality
I pause
the termites dream
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DeleteThe termites dream of life. I am a witness to their teachings.
Deletego the termites !
ReplyDeletewas that ever the name of a team?
The Broome White Ants...but during the season they got swept away by the competition
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