In Memoriam

in memoriam we build monuments portraying our frail mortality…using bits of glass or stone or wood or bone we mount or stack or connect or carve or somehow enhance these pieces to make them our own…we try to embellish our totems with as much of our likeness as we can to insure that part of our existence will make it through the coming storms and ravages of time and tide and emerge in some creature’s hand or paw or hook and hope that they will look back through the ages and see us standing upright looking happy or serene or learned. but perhaps a bit of footing will erode or paper will crumble or wood will return to dust to dust to dust and that accomplishment will topple into nondescript rubble blending in so well with the surrounding rubble so as not to elicit even a glance. but try we will and try we must even as we face decline, decay, erosion and rust…we fashion covers and shades and after we have made them fit we discard them for yet another trend… after all trials we blend into the mass…we strive for oneness which becomes sameness as we merge one with the other…we become our peers, our Father and our Mother…we dance slowly to the edge of what we should be and turn and run and hide behind the safety of our fence and to what we really are…hence we have not moved at all…we peer slowly and longingly into what was and what might have been then we retreat back into our own reality and back to the reality that we have created for self. We sit high above the light or down below the dark looking for even the briefest spark of belonging...but that is not to be…there is 0nly me and the ones who reside within me…I am content with that.