The Miasma of Understanding
The miasma of Understanding
Been raining and the pale nature is green again like a new spring, but
it is a fake spring, in end of November winter will pale all living plants in
submission. There is o point sending poetry to anyone, till February,
when my almond tree blossoms and strews petals about in opposition,
thinking the winter has been occupying the stage too long. Last winter
snow fell and for a moment it was winter wonder land, old people said
they had not seen snow for forty five years the river runs yellow after
much rain on the upland and I think of a China’s main river and a rare
dolphin no one has seen for years. Rumours have it animal still exists.
This morning on the track a boar stood, the wind was against it, stood
still it sniffed the air; yeah the bloody animal is in need of good specs.
Standoff took time restless I moved and the fattish pig disappeared into
the undergrowth grunting as talking to itself. Often on my walk I take my
camera with me, but animals are shy, don’t like to have their photo taken,
except trees and thorny bushes that are vain preening and vying for my
attention, so in order not to offend them I take a few pictures and they
let me pass unmolested. Retrospection: my laziness has paid off I have
a charmed life no one expect and I can be forgotten in peace.
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2011
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