Thee Oak beautiful old E X P A N S I V E OAK TREE
solemn
resting just there
stillness
unmoving
wise
so wise
so…
tranquil
as i pass by its enormity
my gaze locks onto the beauty of this OAK.
i am but a blip
a mere flit
merely the tiniest of speed bumps in time as compared to this tree
minuscule IS my place
my space
my pace
a dot
a spec
walking by a thing so much older so steadfast
something that existed well before i and something that shall remain long after
my dot disappears
how wondrous!
…and there, in the far distance, over my left shoulder i look…
the ugliness
juts out
protruding
pollution of a crumbling world
filled with the brown muck of disgusting and ever UNevolving waters of shit
it lies there, so unquiet and MADENING in the distance
FAR AWAY from my being
EVER FAR AWAY from my world
i turn my gaze towards the brightness of my own microcosm
and breathe.
(a short walk (after a long run) among lagoons and graves~ Oakland, CA)