Celebrating The Death Of Things

Fall in the Northeast is beautiful death.
All things turn
and prepare
and for us – we get to see
If I was one with all things
I would never have the
experience I’m having now
of forgetting
or enjoyment
or suffering
I would see the leaves as the same
rather brilliant green
or antique hued red
whether I am ready or not
I cannot skip past the place where I sit
today
The challenge of being human makes
bending steel
like rubber bands

Can you kneel before the king
after discovering you’re clean
or must you kneel first
in order to discover it.

I know what I’ve been taught
about human things
and I’ve been taught
what others have been taught
and I have discovered
only on the continent long discovered
I do not trace new lands
I dig into recycled trash and treasure
and assure myself
that I see the world

For I do see the world
as I wish to see it
and just because I am surrounded by recycled
Trash and Treasure
doesn’t mean
that universes don’t exist
and it is solely in my
desire, my wantingness, to accept
that I am not the center
that my treasure and trash
is only mine…
in my desire to accept this
I will find the path
to deeper humanity
the only endless path.

It truly exists.
But only
only
If we make it so.

Oh, how I love the months
descending into color
and quietness
preparing for the blanket
of death
to sleep the rebirth.