It was tough losing Luther and Lawrence Alton
And other close ones.
However, the subsequent melancholy, the dark,
Is a healing, illuminating, educational process.
Learning about how to live with real and deep gratitude.
Other darks …
Sleep, naps, siestas.
Awaking at night when all is calm and mostly void of light.
Swimming in the abyss and not really looking.
In a tent at Big Bend.
I’m so very grateful for those
Mind-developing, enlightening darks.
Seven foot of cottonseed hulls over me,
And the immensely kind and lovely,
Beautifully dark-skinned Lacy saves me.
He gives me an opportunity to live
And hone Thanksgiving …Thanksliving.
And yes!
I suppose I am always on a dark lark.
I can always see the dark side
And I do cry for change.
But I also see the silly craziness,
The almost hilarious stupidity of it.
(Yes!
I am a dark viewer and appreciator
Of Noah and Colbert.
I also appreciate Samuel Clemens and Will Rogers!)
There is so much that is dark that is good.
Karnes City’s June Butler was a hell of a quarter-miler,
And I desperately wished
I had his ebony, very long, and very muscular body.
Licorice is so amazingly delicious,
As is a dark, moist, rich chocolate cake,
Perhaps with dark chocolate chips on the side
And a large hot mug
Of dark roast cafe de Siguatepeque!
And a large ceramic cup of hot, robust,
Flavor-laden Oaxacan cacao
There at the Zócalo
En la ciudad de moles …
Icluyendo los oscuros.
I do want to continue
To practice Thanksliving,
But now
After that dark chocolate de Oaxaca,
I am ready to die.
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