Secret controls
Like the CPAP secret dark controls—on/off and selector at once—but well known.
:- Doug.
Like the CPAP secret dark controls—on/off and selector at once—but well known.
:- Doug.
It starts with letting your hearts go out. Linda, my wife, is better at this than I. I could join her in this. I could go “ooh” at the news.
:- Doug.
This reflection is not inside the glass nor outside. Where then?
Conversation is a looking glass
showing us free of our isolation
and its loads to carry
without taking from us
our quirks runny nose and scar
We too are mirrors one to the other. As these three mirrors turn, as images play and blend, this theater of relativity, it begins to dawn, plays out for us our malleability in the face of the grandchildren of our grandchildren, the next of the next—and theirs.
:- Doug.
If the ancients did not mention the color blue maybe our mention of the color of our veils will give to those next after next.
:- Doug.
Processes are threads
between us
Grey fabric
separates us
connects us
pulls us
to stand
outside
overlapping
in breezes
Flash!
:- Doug.
Together we help us attend the infinite entering this moment. Continuously.
:- Doug.
From our communal dark—our vanishing smallness and ineffectuality—arises our concern for generativity.
:- Doug.
What requires dark? Pregnancy, roots, seeds, chicks in eggs, you. What must be left alone? And when does light interfere? When do we know better? When is it better to know less?
:- Doug.
We’re always unsure
There’s always a wrinkle
That’s how the dark gets in
:- Doug.
There is a pain of separation. There is a greater pain of never having come together.
:- Doug.