Thanksgiving, Northern California, 2018 - Harold Sloane

[Larry Robinson]

Thanksgiving, Northern California, 2018

In memory of Paradise

 
Each night I sleep a step closer to death

And the fires burn 

And we learn to embrace

The hard and sharp New Normal

I inhale loss 

Stories

Homes, forests, worldly goods

Sinew, muscle, and flesh

Where, in my core we merge

And I wake now each morning in awe at

the elegant fragility and resilience of All My Relations

    The beetle burrowing into the Earth

    The pensioner carried to a seat in the Last Car Out

    The Stone People, once again transformed by fire

    My own persistent beating heart

To all I offer this day a quiet prayer of grieving Gratitude

For that effervescent persistence 

For presence 

For that Grace-full response to the 

Inevitable ruin of the world.

Nothing lasts, I say 

Nothing

While all continues 

Forever

 
Each night,

While I sleep



	- Harold Sloane


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