Wants

What it's Worth

A hefty load upon my back,
the sun at high noon.
We marched,
with nary a wind
knoll after knoll,
the mid-summer heat
reducing us to the
walking half-dead.

Oh if only I'd known,
what awaited me at the top:
An endless view of rolling green,
from my quaint improvised shelter
(Ten minutes, some bamboo and a sheet)
flapping in the cool summer breeze.

Foggy mornings alone atop the ridge,
hard biscuits turn heavenly in the gold of dawn
and I watch the world go by its business
whilst waiting to be hungry again.

Afternoon, we chat a little about life
and then I'd take a nap
under the cool shade,
ah.. the scent of green oranges,
like the days of my youth.

And in the dark cool evenings,
bright city lights bloom one by one
in a distance but
never really outshining the stars,
which hang above in strange ancient patterns.

Oh if only I'd known,
I'd pick up that pack
and walk those roads,
up and down those knolls
in the sweltering heat,
all over again.
This time with a smile on my face.

I wish I had pics for this one.

Digressing

The Life and Struggles of Man.

I was gonna write something else but then I found this picture. It so poignantly depicts the Good Man's lifelong struggles against a cruel and heartless world and how sometimes, we are completely at the mercy of circumstances and situations beyond our control, like ants in a sink. (I'm the guy behind the tree)

A few minutes later, some dude carrying a rickety gadget resembling a chainsaw on a pole came over and helpfully sliced the WHOLE branch of the tree off, thus freeing our kite line.

As we thanked the dude, I couldn't help but glance at the tree's amputated arm, twisted and splintered on one end. It would lay there unnoticed for weeks till someone cleared it away or months till it rotted into insignificance. Not that it would make a difference. Off the few who did take notice of it's presence during it's final moments on this earth, none would ever know its story.

Maybe we do deserve it.

back pain

ah i got back pain.

This is This

Sometimes I just feel like that and I do things like that and that's just the way it is.

Like that scene from The Deer Hunter,
"This is this. This ain't something else. This is this."

Stan doesn't know what it means, but to Mike, it makes all the sense in the world.