Having Fun Going Down

Face it.
No one depends on me
except me and,
as far as I can see,
what’s in front of me
is the denouement, the
going down, just a natural
part of life of this ephemeral
organism…this is where the
prism of light becomes clear
digesting the past so the present
dance has the meaning of it all
but not the plodding weight
of mind, of baggage, what we
carry that has no meaning.

Having fun going down….so fun
So very …very…of things as they are…
playing on a blue guitar.