Donald Barr Born May 7, 1935 Died January 24, 2008

Just a writing exercise where you write from your heart for 15 minutes without looking. I wrote this after reading an obituary, on my cousin, who was a college professor at Cornell, teaching Human Ecology. Its sad to realize that you don't learn enough about the people you know.


Wandering

In the ways of the world, I have wandered the days awake, and I have stood. It has been dark the mornings, arose, without the sun, between my eyes. The softness felt beyond my memories are a drop, in the dew, of a melted frost, of an evening past of mine. Each step has been without the other and each again, the same, as I have tried to find the place I first started and have tripped over my own memories in finding them.

I can’t say the things that come to mind, for the clouds won’t leave their place beneath me. I so wish to drift asleep again until my thoughts are cleared from the brush of clutter that has grown from my past indecisions. It isn’t so often when a fire from beyond enables me to burn thru the haze and torch the bushes that have grown before my path of growth.

It is clear for me now, and so it will be, as each step takes its own weight, along the curves that form before me. It is far above the place I had expected. It is so soft and pure. So many are alike and know what course I have traveled. But they are friends that have hope for me and have wished for my success, since I was young. I settle in my heart, in this spot, as I am home