the Alone Days
Yet again, morning comes.
These are the alone days, not many
come to visit, and I spend my time pecking away at the things needing
doing, for the sake of progress. I move back and forth between the
buildings carrying things from one place to another. My water pitcher
can be seen in my hand, a few times a day, fetching and carrying warm
water to the cabin. I shut off the water several weeks ago, it can't
be kept from freezing, so, off it goes.
I work around the things I cannot do
alone. Step over them, or around them, reminders of the question, who
and how will that get done.
Questions; so many of them these days,
I question everything, not like my youth when I questioned nothing
and went on faith that others would know, help, be there. It kinda
stopped working out that way, when childhood ended. Others don't
'know', well, not any more than I do. We are all fumbling along. Some
are more confident, in some areas, they have life paths that bring
them to mainly familiar places and so, they 'know'. Life becomes a
stream of integrated beliefs and understandings that propel us
towards the known and the unknown. Choices present themselves at
every turn. 'What will I do today' is one of my first question each
morning. Prescribed routes generally don't work for me. My life is
ever changing, shifting from one path to another. Some days are
studio days,they turn into weeks. Some days are theatre days, that
turn onto weeks. Some are travel days....they turn into weeks as
well. Those paths are undefined, worthy of whim.