Dream

I’m looking for a plant in the woods that usually grows under a smaller plant. On the way through the woods I think of the pain I’ve witnessed lately, and the Thomas Wolfe quote, “Man is born to live, to suffer, to die, and what befalls him is a tragic lot. There is no denying this in the final end. But we must deny it all the way along”. I think about my own mortality. I think about the people I know that are struggling. I find the larger plant, but the herb I was sent to get is not there. I turn around defeated, but I find an old model car that someone discarded by the lake. I take it home to show Miles & Quinn.

Wipe my eyes clean
Ignore the messy kitchen
Write while a kid sleeps