these trees that mountain this small river seem so distant now that I see them, they reveal themselves with all their strangeness concealed once within my view, my normality... they now stand out, alien beings that will never really reveal themselves to me, just the image of an existence I can never understand, I can never be a part of, I can never become… we never inhabit the same world, there is a barrier always, like a bubble, unseen, and whole lives spent without seeing, without truly seeing. We are trapped in our world and the bubble isn’t even there until you look, really look, and realize it’s around you and me and each and every one of us and nothing we do, nothing at all, has any gravity that can stand alone and claim importance, claim significance without that bubble to protect it… but then sometimes, of a sudden, the sun comes out, there is a break in the clouds, light rays stream down all around, a clearing opens and, for a moment, you forget your troubles, your world, your struggles, your bubbles, and everything seems strange again, even you… and everything is new and first seen again, everything alien, like you were in another world and didn’t even recognize it was yours… and only something very small can destroy it, only something small can bring you back home from that strange unfamiliar world… something almost irrelevant... like a breeze in your hair or a bird flying by... but when you return, home is never the same and it's never truly home again, but something greater
7/20/06
our home
these trees that mountain this small river seem so distant now that I see them, they reveal themselves with all their strangeness concealed once within my view, my normality... they now stand out, alien beings that will never really reveal themselves to me, just the image of an existence I can never understand, I can never be a part of, I can never become… we never inhabit the same world, there is a barrier always, like a bubble, unseen, and whole lives spent without seeing, without truly seeing. We are trapped in our world and the bubble isn’t even there until you look, really look, and realize it’s around you and me and each and every one of us and nothing we do, nothing at all, has any gravity that can stand alone and claim importance, claim significance without that bubble to protect it… but then sometimes, of a sudden, the sun comes out, there is a break in the clouds, light rays stream down all around, a clearing opens and, for a moment, you forget your troubles, your world, your struggles, your bubbles, and everything seems strange again, even you… and everything is new and first seen again, everything alien, like you were in another world and didn’t even recognize it was yours… and only something very small can destroy it, only something small can bring you back home from that strange unfamiliar world… something almost irrelevant... like a breeze in your hair or a bird flying by... but when you return, home is never the same and it's never truly home again, but something greater
