the 13 Giant scrap bags that reside on the bench across the table from me……this morning before light outSide, by the light of the flashlight, they somehow reminded of my childhood Creek…how so many things had private lives in it's depths with the flash and glimmer of flowing water above
then, just to the side, i saw how some scraps had arranged themSelves into the form of a lizard…the kind of origami like shapes that Jude taught us
and then the bags, in their translucent state, no longer Clear, but well….translucentish , how that is their own certain kind of beauty and went on to remind me of the amniotic sacs that kid Goats come in…slide through to This Side, how the mother breaks them and clears them away. and all that went on and that this was the morning of the Camp Fire, 3 years ago that decimated Paradise, California. Took the lives of 85 human beings and untold lives of other Beings.
And then, morning came. Light. and soon, there was SUN.
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