In Celebration

"Of what?" you might ask.

Might be more fun to guess.

The hints are the words 

themselves...but writing,

(always a cause to celebrate),

is not it.

Good guess.

Perhaps the state of mind I'm

in....oops! I just told you! But

you still don't know what that is,

or why. What and why are the

reasons I celebrate(?); I celebrate

the truth. 

I celebrate the ephemeral 

moment the lime falls from my 

tree. I celebrate the music of

John Fahey, hermano. I 

celebrate this cigarette, and this

one and this one. I celebrate

that I can still walk, my general

health, clean sheets at night,

when I open the window in the

morning, reacting to my friends,

buying milk, smiling at a child...

blowing its mind.

Yes, the ephemeral 

eternity of now. 

I just gave it away.