WATERMARK

My long-time friend Alan, who (as far as I know, but there is probably much that I don’t) has never been much of a poem writer or reader, sent me this:

Life (spirit; intellectual activity; etc.)

Exists (operates; achieves; abides; relates)

Between (metaphorically as necessary)

The clouds (steam)

And the glacier (ice)

In the thin film of now (a puddle)

Which is always

Running away

Evaporating

Or freezing solid

Now to explain plasma

Earlier, seeing my worn feeling on the sidebar (which should have changed to hot, but I never got around to it) he sent me this:

Worn:

                Utilized
used until function and design are changed
                Cared for through time and change
used carelessly

implied end state

                Wearing

          …on the journey

Then I felt better. I felt better having read and thought about the poem, and I felt great that he wrote it!

So here, with his permission, I share it with you.