Who hears you?
Who hears you?
:- Doug.

Your goals are your process, the means by which you live your days. Living is the thing: be present to the people and events of your life. Call it by its right name. Then you see how you have been living, and how you will.
:- Doug.
Footprints in the Windsm # 2221
What for us can be the art in growing older?
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strange, this conversing
it goes round
beneath us
be curious if you can
where can you push it
to make it into
the next new spinning?
:- Doug.
a pin in a map
says you are here
you were here
and a poem
and a conversation
:- Doug.
When in conversing one or both of you misses the cue and something is lost for ever, it is vital—it is of life and death—to forgive yourselves. It is of life and the life that comes from death, this death.
:- Doug.
a pattern, a beat, a tune, a dance on the wind, paint brushed in waves on a page, a story, a breathing—these are under, before, with, through, in, after, pulling, pulled by, pushing, pushed by—ever—you, me, us together, us as history, us as species, us as universe—so how can you, I, anyone—say or deny—our essentiality in the whole, a pattern,
:- Doug.
Maybe a bigger question in conversation is fit. Do we fit? Fit together? Not only or even harmonize. Rather make good the good of one another.
Make good the good of us.
We’re not two puzzle pieces. These pieces are moving. Breathing. Growing. Pulsing. Our edges shifting, complementing. Completing.
This might be the why of feeling part of one another or of something bigger. Completing: not complete. Making whole. Wholing.
:- Doug.
Complicating the narrative is a way of better getting to know one another.
:- Doug.
Big flakes rush, straight down
reel my eyes in, in, in, in
two geese, fleet, aren’t lost
:- Doug.
Waterways mind ways glass
Kaleidoscopes steel people
Memories eyes moon
Wind everything two
Billiard balls kissing
Equal and opposite reactions
People and their dogs
Poems camera lenses
Clouds floating the sky
That Alamo park bench
A few things reflecting
:- Doug.
Look closely in your eyes to see
That all who enter into these
Live and shimmer in those pools
And all who ever entered there
Mother father puppy dear
Brother sister friends today
Are still awaiting you to join their dance
:- Doug.