The Meat of Original Nature

They went to The Bahamas

Sugar coated

The couple packed the truck

Two white T-Shirts bobbing and weaving in and out of the house, the garage, the truck bed

I poked my head through the window to check on them and saw their eyes dancing playfully with promise and cheer, so happy to be beginning a new adventure

The promise

of getting away

of doing something new

of freeing themselves from the monotony of days

A small part of me envied them but only for a split second

Then I breathed a sigh of relief looking back at my notebooks and guitar

She hugged me

and I squeezed her tall thin body

I will miss her

Living with this woman has felt so good and so safe

I wave as they go

Then it’s noon time

Squirrels scatter in mating rituals up trees and back down

The dog gets stirred by their movement

a natural instinct

The tiny animal teases forth her desire

I think about it

What’s my squirrel?

What catches my instinct and urges me to move?

The scent of some song scattering it’s color in the darkness

The maraca of some dance shaking it’s hips and flirting it’s eyes

A pencil sitting in a streak of sunlight on the table

Goodness, in the eyes of someone struggling

Their power lost between waves of armor

that armor cracking and calling to move

My hands like paws chasing that sickness to pull it away with my teeth

To get at the meat

The meat of original nature

The sunlight of the soul

The pure dance of God in another

That may just be my squirrel

I am a cleaner

A servant

An artist

A dreamer

An idealist

Unendingly

and I’m learning how to WORK

Day by day

How to sit up in my life and work

How to use my instinct

My body and my

Jaws

To get at the meat

of

original nature