ON the border of Kalling:
sometimes life is like a border collie, wallowing about.
this is where the road becomes an open field, and the mind becomes a still and hollow point.
Anyways,
I wish it were simple, if not simpler, easier to explain,
or perhaps just something other than what it is.
It’s good to remind myself — from time to time — that at least I’m still here.
I’m still here it seems, a little less lost than before, and it’s starting to feel pro-found .. like an Audley would.
Thank you . . you
.. .. …

