by Pierre L’Abbé
Two directions do not make a decision
Where none was sought
To arrive at such a cluttered patch –
brush, dirt and stone –
After the long journey
the last indefatigable stride
the final infinite dip of the paddle
the nothingness of it
begs a vision
a grander mansion of the mind
to compensate for the unevenness of earth
I have stared into the air above this dirt
for two days now
The intermittent blank
test of mind
giving way
to fits of mental industriousness
unable to assess if
the utter paralysis of discipline
or doing
will ensue
Yet the fire keeps going
the wood collected
the gruel stirred
and eaten
That’s how I came here.
The doing amid the nothingness.
And this shall be
my salvation.
— from Juniper Volume 2, Issue 2