starkle starkle little twink– yes, i am that

there are surely more important things to do than write in a blog– but then again, like what?

the revelation of wonderland lake, only so far above the boulderzone, was: brilliant light and equally brilliant shade. to pay tribute, i ran up its side.  yes, really: i was like one of those people around here that runs up and down hills.  there are a lot of those people here. one is always getting passed by them.  the prarie dogs look befuddled, then they grow accustomed.  but a person never really grows accustomed to light, i think. it is always just as thrilling as it was the time before.

the question that kept arising on the hike: how alive can you be while you are alive?

or: HOW ALIVE CAN YOU BE WHILE YOU ARE ALIVE?  [capital letters get shortchanged in this day and age.]

we’ve all had the feeling of feeling so alive.  but what is that feeling?  what IS it?  i’m after the thing itself, not the consequence of the thing…

it is my suspicion the prarie dog knows– or at least that is what mary oliver would write in a poem.

starkle starkle little twink, how i wonder where you are– i think.

just beyond the light is more light, another kind of light, starlight obscured by daylight.  it is that kind of layering that happens over the question of how alive one is.

is a person supposed to make sense in a blog?  blogsense.  starsense.  alivesense.

i repeat myself. i have been reading too much gertrude stein today and i wouldn’t wish that labyrinthe on anyone.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s


%d bloggers like this: