I don’t write in a journal everyday, but I have accumulated many entries over the past 50+ years beginning in 1966. Some items evolved into longer works. Among the leftovers little pieces survived. I thought a collection of these with a piece culled from the same date in a past year would make an interesting yearbook. The consistencies and inconsistencies of mind, skipping back and forth across time, provide varied perspectives. It is difficult to remember the context of the past we’ve lived; we also make suppositions about times that predate ourselves.

The few alterations from original drafts were to improve clarity. The worst of my work is not included. There remains enough mediocrity and immaturity to make me feel humble and you feel smart. There are also moments of accidental insight and incidental humor.

Author Stephen Crane referred to his little pieces as pills…apparently they were small and somewhat hard to swallow, but good for you.


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Wednesday, March 24, 2021

One keeps pace

 

from this week in March, 2020  (I was 75)

 

One keeps pace

in increasingly

smaller space

The enormity of youth

fills the entirety

of its perception

What it cannot comprehend

it will surmise to satisfaction

relegate the unknown

to the unnecessary

Later holdings are more precious

revealing nuance of introspection

off surfaces cast in different light

facets aglow beside the flash

deeper shades of recognition

requiring less space to occupy

more time

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