June 15, 2008

• Light on Dirty Water

  Repainting the shade-side of our rickety haybarn (plastered
  to the steeply-angled ladder lover-like), everything was dim, grey, sticky and
  precarious.  Except - suddenly - there was
  a fairy-dance of light against the eaves: an ever-changing chiaroscuro as the
  morning sun glanced on the muddy sheep-trough under the downspout.

  Pause for the bigger picture.

  Things are difficult right now. 

  But no, no, not the usual way.  There's no news of divorce,  money trouble, ailing children, or any known
  untoward couplings (except for me and my paint-spattered aluminum ladder).

  There’s rough stuff at the office.  A colleague, working around to “everything
  might be okay in the end – or even a lot better “ (which it might; absolutely
  it might) nevertheless said, to quote: 
  “the human aspect is undeniably fucked
  up.” 

  The human aspect is undeniably easy to fuck up.  Everyone does.  Institutions are particularly prone.  And if we get out of this with that verdict, we will pretty much undeniably all be better off in the
  end. 

  The jury’s currently out on that one.

  Seeking solace in metaphor, I was stricken by this morning’s
  chance vision.  Out of sheep piss, drainwater,
  and the blindingly steamy morning sun, off a weathered bit of aging
  siding:  something glittering, pure,
  lovely, and untainted.

  Stop for that reflection.

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