What’s the hardest decision you’ve ever had to make? Why?
Probably to leave a job. Because it was a move from stability, security, and respectability to… not.
What’s the hardest decision you’ve ever had to make? Why?
Probably to leave a job. Because it was a move from stability, security, and respectability to… not.

The Meerkat stands, right and proper,
Like a skeptical eavesdropper.
Its spine aligned and eyes all wide
As if to say, "I know you lied!"



tight bud opens:
imperceptible struggle
to unpack beauty.
Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these
recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless,
of cities fill'd with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself,
(for who more foolish than I, and who
more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the
objects mean, of the struggle ever
renew'd,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding
and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the
rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring --
What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer.
That you are here--that life exists and
identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you
may contribute a verse.

branches: bloom-laden
but devoid of leaves:
tropic confusion.


