Roots Are Screaming

Life ticks on. I hear your call, but it doesn't quite make sense. There is much on this mind, sharply feeling the brunt from all directions. Time marches. It is coming for us all. I think of a dream, or did it really happen...

I watch her bend down, tear a beautiful little weed from between the paving stones on the driveway, and I think to myself 'roots are screaming.' I can feel the agony of that living organism. The small things, they just seem so grand at times. All the corners we turn and yet backwards are we. Magnificent we are. Lost in a multitude of things. 

Perhaps it was real, it certainly seems vivid. Like some polished stone, carefully attended. It was an odd day, yeah, even by the usual frame. I guess we only get deeper and further, no let up, just let downs. The sky, so grey, and somehow it moves us to other quarters. I try to think about what is behind the clouds, not what they make me feel, as they attempt to shroud my spirit.

From here I can see it all happening. The carnivores are coming...