MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU

Icomanche-creek-flowing-2016t’s a bird.

It’s a plane.

It’s confetti with wings.

No.

It’s little butterflies.

Or moths.

Hundreds of them.

Aloft in the wind.

Like ashes blowing hither and yon.

Never alighting.

Perpetually flying.

And flitting.

And fast, too.

Moths, as compared to butterflies, are generally smaller.

And less brightly colored.

Thus spake Trusty Webster.

But moths are chiefly night flyers.

So there goes that.

Must be butterflies.

Small, drab day trippers.

Fluttering all over the place.

All over town.

All around.

All day.

And to what end?

Now there’s a good question.

For one and all.

To what end?

What motivates us?

What is our intent?

What is the goal?

Desire dictates direction.

Thoughts can deceive.

Are we clear?

Are we sure?

Are we driven?

To what end?

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower

Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees

Is my destroyer.

And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose

My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.

 

The force that drives the water through the rocks

Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams

Turns mine to wax.

And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins

How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.

 

The hand that whirls the water in the pool

Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind

Hauls my shroud sail.

And I am dumb to tell the hanging man

How of my clay is made the hangman’s lime.

 

The lips of time leech to the fountain head;

Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood

Shall calm her sores.

And I am dumb to tell a weather’s wind

How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.

 

And I am dumb to tell the lover’s tomb

How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.

 

That’s Dylan Thomas.

That’s Mason.

Renee Walker is a poet, writer, and real estate broker on the Square with her canine assistant, Buster.

 

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