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In the hour before sleep
In the hour awakening
Traverse a universe or two

:- Doug.

Than you expect
life is shorter
love has a larger claim
your love is profounder
more foundational

:- Doug.

These a practice are poems
essence a dark named river forest

:- Doug.

These hours borrowed
from life: for getting a paycheck
from grandchildren: for whom we could have lived

:- Doug.

Sweet peril
in whom we live
and love you too little

:- Doug.

Only the silence of death ever knows
whom we were and what we were worth
so we in this preceding dark ought for life flare out

:- Doug.

Y’all come. We promise to work to welcome you. We ask you to work to welcome us, too.

:- Doug.

Elders might be keepers of the
stories
recipes
seeds
spirit
possibilities
play
songs
futures
larger
humanity
dreams:
guardians too

:- Doug.

Would God care
about a few billion humans
unless God were of us, we of God?
What does the cell intuit
of the being?

:- Doug.

Now go home and write it better, or write a better one.

:- Doug.

Write 6 stories of your everyday deaths.

:- Doug.

Is it important how our stories come to a close? Do we want them to whimper, be encased in pain, gentle our loved ones?

:- Doug.

May we converse and not percuss?

:- Doug.

This morning I was making peace with a migraine.

:- Doug.

Crawl inside the sound, rest here.

:- Doug.

Insights, glimpses, findlings!

:- Doug.

Love cannot guarantee success, only presence.

:- Doug.

You drifting mist
bringing with you the morning
opening to us wideness, timelessness, embracing

:- Doug.

Eldering is more nuanced than mentoring.

:- Doug.

My looking ripens people
My hearing especially
They come toward me

:- Doug.

What a difference a decade makes
and too often does not

:- Doug.

It’s not water, it is sound.

:- Doug.

Roots, fish, fire. No clear better.

:- Doug.