Isn't it funny how so much can happen in just a few days that one feels that whole ages have been plowed through. Yesterday morning I awoke with the birds singing their territorial sonnets and the sun yet to find its footing in the sky but its touch a new glow like a remembrance yet to find its niche and with all these new lives yet unfound I brewed up my first cup of tea and let my mind find its way into the taskes of the day. I have been doing the work of hammers, saws and nails lately constructing a fence for a Man and his hired family. I don't say hired to cast any dispersions on his character, for he is a fine one, or his wife and children but merely because the termed hired jumped into the place it has found and it somehow seems fitting. Now I have to think about why that term has been linked to him and it might be safest to say that, him being a creative man raising cash to let his family live, that the term hired may be one more about myself and how daunting I myself would find being in his position. So by way of nominating myself in his position I would be hiring them to experience the position of being a creative with responsibilities beyond myself.
But before we go too far into such territory, and I could easily do so, it might be better to get back on track and relate that this morning I was going to work and left the house by six thirty to cruise accross the miles to the other end of this istmus sanctioned town.Mostly I wait until after the rush hour to make the journey and push my way through gaps, slowing and speeding, amongst the greedy couriers and darting meeting appointees but recently I have discovered the joys of travelling with the humble and forgiving early starters. How is it that such a quiet and well meaning group of people who start our world each day are so unlike those that follow then only an hour ahead yet whole eons of personal humility are between them?
At work I follow my new found routine setting up my equipment and bask in the coolness until the mid afternoon sun starts its burning evaporation of my will to fight and I slow to the crawl of a warrior long accepting of the burdens of strength and the glare of powers beyond reason at work creating new reasons. The long day eventually filled with a few new things to reset our notions of fulfillment I blaze my tiredness back accross the trail I furrowed eagerly at the other end of the sun. The fence is raised and its race of apparentness accross boundries set is unquestioned for another day and the queries, quiet cousins of the family core, that have tilted there heads to my sun of possibles are only small cachets of flavour to excuse myself from duties beyond this modern worlds ability to undream.
Arriving spent, but somehow refrteshed by more ordeals than I'd care to count, I approach my next task of meeting others just coming again to the perifery of my world by donning the threads not used to dust and advance out again to pit myself against the well aimed arrows of my inability to be anything but curious and willing to learn. Those arrows shot out from others grasping like myself, unintentioned but cruelly sharp no less, and doubly cruel are those from beyond the eyes of decision. I jump into the rose of my own stretching inquiry and wonder why I gasp out embarrasement as all the watching faces see my slide down to ground over the catching and stinging thorns. While learning one thing and stashing it in my pouch a new satchel comes to eat that one down and then along the foodchain of my lopsided education in the manners of life.One final blinking almost crying drive sends me home binding logic as solace.I tried finding the seers but the universe signalled busy as other novas found presidence over my balancing sunspot activities so left to devices unworking but chill dispelling simply by their loyalty I again drifted into dreams and new offers of hope.
This days morning I let those birds revitalise their holdings and drift back into streams for an unbeeped while.Provisions beckon so my rush waits this tenth up sun. I buy to the edges of my ability and load my carriage to brimmimg and cruise with the swap of paper to reach hours towards another little donation on fulfillment..Miniture abodes to be stacked against slopes beginning slip away unencumbered from my mind and hotness is easily endured for the yet to be remembered echoes of little ones shouts of glee beckon me under the barbed outer wires of tiredness. Growing teeth smiles approve and the task that wasn't finishes and so I unmoor again and paddle the always sinking metal ship back out onto the runway over the returning services to our stability and guile to fool. In front of false mirrors I apprentice as the king of the cynics. Idealism finds itself most often seen when rain water muddies. I leap off of those cliffs seen as unfair but find myself tepid and toes quivering in the baths of commonality.