When I began to become, after being
a doer of a fair share
of things being
done
as a participant, sowing seeds of kindness.
- I stopped thinking kind is kinda like me,

Is that not
a selfish thing to do? My kind seems rare,
gentle spirit, with war set to strike
any where, any time, set
instant in season, any time, meander with me,
walk a mile,
carry shield, see if you…

uncanny, the edges shift… depiction goes descriptive
then thought

You think, do you, in meandering ways that
mean ways that are mere pictures
of hydro dynamic reality, flowing riverish
and swirling, grinding mountains
from the way,
the course, of course, each river ever,
had a course,
laid out by time and chance and material
limitations set by light and gravity,
bouncing signals into ever before.

Now, no implosive explosive new
idea, but a whisper,
yes, a whisper in the daylight, looking back
when the fool said there must
be some kinda way outa here…
that was you?

As you wish. The fool on the hill
and nowhere man were both in on the deal.