where i have been

maybe there is no answer, and there are certainly no images. sometimes you cast yourself out on some fragile gust and there you go. i wish i could say i had gained something from this time, but i am afraid i have just lost a lot of blood.

i want to believe that there are some things worth looking at, worth really seeing, but right now i am not sure this is true. there is a place down on the creek, though, a tree that arcs out over the water and is rooted firmly, even though the creek crises and recedes, it remains, letting the soil wash its roots clean like plumbing, smooth and solid. nothing else matters but the holding on