So many things happen so fast.
Kath & Me in our little wooded home and office. June 2012.
There was this book I read and loved--
the story of a ship,
who sailed around the world and found
that nothing else exists
beyond its own two sails
and wooden shell
and what is held within.
All else is sure to pass.
We clutch and grasp
and debate what's truly permanent,
but when the wind starts to shift
there's no argument.
I sing and drink and sleep on floors
and try hard not to be annoyed
by all these people worrying about me,
so when I'm suffering through some awful drive
you occasionally cross my mind.
It's my hidden hope that you are still among them.
Well, are you?