escape from each other…

we are
from
the beginning
confined
to
within the lines
from
kindergarten
until
we are
unceremoniously
covered
with dirt
and
placed
into neat rows
with
the occasional
rebel
stuffed
into
a ceramic jar
a jar
to
be placed upon the shelf
along with
the
other
knickknacks
collections
of
framed
photos
or
mementos
from
cruise ships
none the less
we are
still confined
to
stay within
the
predefined borders
of
existence
attempts
to
escape
through meditation
or
encampment
at
some
wall to wall
walden pond
merely
represents
movement
to
another part
of
life’s venn diagram
it seems different
but
one’s thoughts
are
still within the cramped space
of
musings of others
unable
to
truly
be
independent

 

bedimmed…

 

sunday
i stopped
to
see
aunt bea
during
morning coffee
i said
i read
that
a piece
of
a person’s being
dies
with
each
friend’s death
aunt bea
said
i can’t speak
for
anyone
but
myself
so
tho
i’ve lost
many friends
i’m still
the same person
my soul
is
still complete
but
my picture
of
life
as
i’ve known it
has become
more
incomplete
with
each passing