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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Saturday, August 21, 2021

Everyone waiting for the train to come

 

from this week in August, 2010  (I was 65)

 

Everyone waiting for the train to come

That big iron horse steaming from the past

Big black engine puffing up the track

carrying a load of whatever got on before

to a place where more got on and some got off

Waved to the engineer or said a prayer

that they might someday ride with him

Waved again at those on board

some of whom waved back

Many just want to see the red caboose

and hear the diminishing clackety-clack

take its future out of their now

Others just want to jump in front of it

before it passes them by  

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