Staring at the Pine Forest rushing by

There is SomeThing
so Okay about

Dry White Bones
in the Forest

SomeThing so Appropriate about

the Slow Return

The First
West Coast People
spoke of Spirits
as if
they were as Real as
the Rocks and the Trees

Could they see them?

Could they touch them?

Are Spirits an inFerence?

An Act of Imagination?

Must I believe in them
to reconcile mySelf
with Sadness?

Sartre said
noThingness
lies coiled
at the Heart
of Being

I’ve been told
Most Women
think Emotionally

but not me

We are trapped in
Equations
branching towards Stability
and then xploding
I think

though

Personally

I like Spirits