Dry Spring Days
“Winter weeks we huddled by the hot stove,
Spring days we shivered in the sunshine,
Summer hours we sat in the shade,
Autumn minutes we stared at the moon.
We had idle thoughts, we had no thoughts.
Life made our hearts cry, and it lifted our spirits high.
The ordinary, the exceptional,
The chosen, the accepted,
The very good, the very bad,
Fresh figs, rotten peaches,
The beautiful, the deformed.
They appeared and disappeared.
Samsara and Nirvana ….
Here and Gone.”
- Mike Garofalo, Above the Fog