More Thoughts

Here is some poetry that I jotted down on the train- excuse the roughness:

His face pressed eagerly to the glass.
Landscape flashes in the window.
He has no clue where he is going.
It all feels right.
A sincere smile reflecting.

And something I wrote in response to Robert Frost’s poem “Wild Grapes”:

How I love to be run off with by birches into space
Lose my hat and shoes
Clinging.
Shutting my eyes against the sun
Let fishing poles pull me out of this pond
I’m drowning in.
I didn’t get gills.
I’m still learning to breath where I’m swimming.

And then just some other rambles:

Lord I’m running,
I’m running fast from something.
I don’t know what it is
But I can feel skeleton fingers
Creepin’ up on me.
It’s been a long time running,
I’m ready to turn
And run right back into fear.
Can’t say I know what’ll happen-
But that’s just the thing.
Wrap up with a bear hug
Suck it up by the legs
Take myself to the ground.
Wrestle me with wrists or
Pin me with words, tears, shame.

Then some philosophical reflection (These are just some notes I took on my thoughts, I'll expand more later if I feel inspired to do so):

Things pass in and out of existence all the time- from the subatomic level to the emotions I experience. How am I to define myself if “I” am constantly changing from one moment to the next. I’ve certainly changed over my life- grown bigger, acted differently- but what connects to me to that person that existed before my current self (which is now different from that person)?

We are growing, cell-multiplying, changing, dying organisms.

I over-emphasize the concreteness of “I” and “Me” in my life. There is just existence and life- the arising and passing of everything- from the mood I feel to the very landscape we inhabit.

Already this trip has made me realize that interacting with others is an important part of living. Whether it is sharing my successes and failures or simply my experiences moment to moment.

I am that boy sitting and enjoying the sunshine.