Saturday, February 27, 2010

Watching Windows

Watching Windows

Leafless branches scratch the glass before my eyes. Neighborhood dogs scream like infants. Minutes pass without much change. The occasional winter wind whispers with wiry conviction through seasonal debris strewn across yards. I watch as the ground slowly absorbs its decomposing carbon.

Corvid similarities strike me with evolving theories of preemptive boredom. Just watching. Caching my ideas in places that provide temporary security. Only to return hours after to transport my gems to yet another undisclosed locality. Constantly protecting investments while patiently imagining futuristic scenarios of my adversaries. Yet, I remember. I remember you well.

Feathers of an open mind vibrate through the handless face of time. The arrow of uselessness and opinion. Assuming knowledge without research or lengthened observation. The selfish satisfaction of believing that 600 seconds can sum up a day. The capability of crystal is no more than optics of an afternoon... watching windows.



“Beware of false knowledge; it is more dangerous than ignorance.

George Bernard Shaw