Progress Under Blue Sky and Clouds
It’s difficult to consider building a barn
when we still don’t have a clue down here about the front door.
There is, however, a seemingly-endless amount of stuff
to get lost in, occasionally come alive inside (at least
that’s what it feels like) an old treestump
or someone’s accent. Some things are like treeswings
that don’t need trees, and therefore of intrinsic good.
You see, we proceed by default, but don’t tell that to the weather
or little rivers of flies start to stream from our education.