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The Window

opens onto an empty lot.
Guamuchil trees and wild castor beans
rise from its slope to lift toward
where I sit above, hands engaged
in taking me away to a place
far beyond ideas.
It is that destination dreams only point us to–
that place where, perhaps, I’ll float
after the feared moment
when I’ll leave this world for good.

I dread it so, that zone,
and yet if what my fingers have just told is right,
it’s where I choose to go again and again,
escaping to that little house
down in my garden
where I keep my tools and paint
and ten thousand small objects
all of which have a particular place they want to be fastened.

I am just here to help them go where they want to go.
Where they have, perhaps, been created to go–
taking me with them to the zone,

all of us
headed toward
the inevitable.

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“The little house” is my studio, here seen from the garden. The earlier view was of the wild lot next door, seen from the window of my studio.

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A message from the zone. Click to enlarge, then hover over objects and click again to see more detail..

The Prompt: Tell us about your favorite way to get lost in a simple activity — running, chopping vegetables, folding laundry, whatever. What’s it like when you’re in  “The Zone?”

5 thoughts on “The Window”

  2. indian/macgyver's avatarindianmacgyver

    “it is that destination dreams only point us to” is a line that could improve any movie, judy! my reaction is out of context, i know, but then good lines stand out.

    hope your weekend is going well, cheers.
    – i.m.

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    1. lifelessons's avatarlifelessons Post author

      Thanks, MacGyver. It’s been very frustrating trying to find time to write while moving around and visiting friends and family. Thanks for making me feel better about my sometimes hurried posts! Tomorrow may be the first day in 15 months when I don’t get to post, but we shall see!

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