…and there, in the background, the sky’s sediment had sunk to a place where all the woe of the words ‘I am’ dissolved into blue peace. He said it. ‘The ocean.

Autumn is leaving its mellowness behind for its spiky, rotted stage. Don't remember summer even saying goodbye.

One's ribs shouldn't be prison bars.

I lost my balance when the train pulled away, but a human crumple zone buffered my fall. We stayed like that, half fallen. Diagonal People.

Beyond the Indian hamlet, upon a forlorn strand, I happened on a trail of recent footprints.

I can't bear living in this huge beautiful world and not try to imitate it as best I can.

So little is actually worthy of belief or disbelief. Better to strive to coexist than seek to disapprove . . .