I try to breathe.
And ...I try to breathe.
I stare at my old thesis work.
(now crunched and wedged between the house and a bush)
I notice that the wire I've allowed to rust
simulates the wood pile.
I take a closer look.
I see that the moon needs dusting...
and wonder what those markings symbolize on that bell.
I get distracted thinking that once I thought
but realize I may never fully comprehend.
I attempt to be...
back in the moment.
(while listening to this)...