When everyone forgets, remember yourself.
Do not apply pomade, promenade––
do not inflict your dissatisfaction
with the mundanities of life
on others, unless with purpose
test insights through travel
and empirical note-taking
and find those common concerns
that drag everyone down
The ones that are not isolated,
the fault of time and circumstance,
the ones that traverse borders,
the universal ones beyond standard and device
light lamps in houses in deeply recessed alleys
where thinking hermits reside and prefer not
to communicate much with others
take comfort in the company of other
traveling souls and also the
stationary sign-posts with
Or as I remember every time I find warm welcome in my travels with flute:
In every house there is a cat,
in every kitchen lies a mat,
and that is what friends are for.
The time is now for close observation engaged in everything I despise, and some of what I like, knowing things are changing, how I cannot say. America of consternation, hope, climate change, awareness that we have been hoodwinked yet again.