Oh, my goodness! I have wasted a good portion of the day getting only Facebook scrolling done… I have a really good idea for a poem that I am dragging my feet on writing…so many more interesting things to not do. I should not be so concerned…only St. Peter is keeping score and assembling the report card for the big guy/gal/apparition to evaluate. In fact, I think about those folks who struggled through two great wars and a monster depression only to die anyway. Maybe they would have enjoyed having the chance to be sloth-like? Maybe it’s up to me to fulfill their lives.
More and more these days, I am thinking our purpose on earth IS, indeed to have as good a time and as much relaxation as we can. Foolishly, or fortunately we also have a bit of a problem with overzealous progenation. Some folks worry about that. Some folks worry about how it should be done and who is doing it with whom. Does the cat? Does the squirrel? Does the goose overhead? Not to worry about the dangly bits, kids…no stress. Laying about, eating grapes and bringing more folk into the world? Yeah, that’s cool as it gets…
Perhaps we are currently on sabbatical? and it isn’t so much we are going to go to hell as we are going to have to go BACK when the buzzer rings. I discovered there is no Santa Claus when I was younger and I have a feeling there is no North Pole and no heaven. In fact, there is probably no better heaven than here and now, no matter your circumstances. Put your feet up. We are there, for the moment. Rest yourself, no worries.
I was resting myself and looking around this morning when I bought a tea and a bagel, went to the marina and enjoyed my lunch. There were maybe a thousand geese overhead who assembled on the open water a few feet from shore. They were talking and laughing, just like there was no social distancing requirement at all. I was amazed at their unconcern.. they weren’t worried about food or love or having the hydro shut off. They weren’t even worried that the critics won’t think their poetry is any good. It’s been that way for them at least a thousand or ten years. (Maybe they get bored, just doing what they do, flying where they fly? Don’t think so.)
Many, many times I am able to just be astounded at the perfection, the miracle all around and within us. The sun, the stars, the birds, the trees, the sky — the fact that the water looks flat but is actually following the arc of earth. You can almost see it when staring at the lake where it meets the horizon. You don’t have to believe it or trust science or anything. It’s just there to see or not see and it’s okay.
We are all, individually okay. We have some crap to pick through on our journeys but each one of us is an example of great art in our very own way. Except me, but that is another matter. I can’t see the art of me, even when I look hard into the mirror. I usually only see: fat, old, gay, broke, lazy..That’s a silly waste of precious break time. None of those things are totally true (except the gay part…that’s totally true) and break time will be over before I know. Who knows what the boss/es have/has planned for the afternoon shift? Maybe this time, I will get to drive the shit wagon but more likely, it’ll be my job to load it again. Good thing I have boots!
You get the odd twisty person barking orders, like D. Trump or Karen, who try to suck up all the oxygen but they are still in the minority even at %40 of the crowd. Maybe those type folks just cannot relax? Maybe, like Adolph, they are too concerned about only having one testicle? I mean, that’s what we heard about Herr Fuhrer when we were in grade school. Maybe Karen can’t climax? Maybe Donald really does have an embarassing small one? It is an urban-ish legend that a fulfilling sex-life settles a person down. Well, yeah, I suppose. It’s more likely that a person settles down when they realize that there really isn’t such a thing as ‘better’..’more’..’richer’…’poorer’..there is only is and not is anymore. If you don’t want to be fat, don’t eat so much…if you can’t stop eating so much, don’t worry about being fat. Is, not is. Simple. If the tire goes flat or Grandma takes a last snooze…that’s the way it is. Cry a little bit or a lot, do whatever seems the best thing. Yeah, that’s it. Be quick about it though, break time is almost over.
Robert On The Air 