A Summoner's Digression

Tramping along through the dying embers 

of a faux summer’s eve. My mind 

loose leafed put to flight follows 

no discernible path in

to or out of the concrete 

canyons maze of determination. Why 

I am here or where 

I might be traveling to 

does not concern me. A 

destination is only the sum 

of a journey’s equation. How you arrive 

is insignificance of no matter 

if all you have to tell is distance x 

the penny-pinched ransom of a calendar.

An inch second foot or hour 

are the unreal fabrications of men 

self bound to the swindle 

wheel of a minor constellation. 

Ken e Bujold

Reviews

[W. Barrett Munn]

This: My mind
loose leafed put to flight follows
no discernible path in
to or out of the concrete
canyons maze of determination. Why

is a brilliant opening. The metaphor of concrete camyon as determination and a wandering mind as loose leafs pages blown about by wind are both sensational. And the placement of Why is stunning.
Truth: I had to look up swindle wheels - not that I minded.

Winston

[Ken Simm.]

The philosophical ranging across a minds landscape and well worth the journey.

[emmajoygreen]

' A
destination is only the sum
of a journey’s equation.'

But seems your words were intrigued by their path, near debating and contemplating with fine often interesting phrasing.

[Ken e Bujold]

I am always debating-contemplating what it means to be truly within the space-time continuum I inhabit. Life is as they say "for the living" but not all of us carbon units seem that interested in exploring what that means. I am finite, which means I will not be able to experience everything i wish to in this life, but rather than allowing that to be my excuse for settling, I hunger to know. Like the curious cat I need to peek around every corner. That my dear Em is what this one is about. Not where I am, or where I arrive at, but the trip in between is what fascinates me. In a few weeks M & I are off on another adventure and already I am pulsing with joy. Can't wait to poke my nose in as many off the wall places and spaces as I can. When I talk to her about it, she smiles, says but we been there before (which is true, been many times to Taiwan, and Thailand, and of course Singapore is our 2nd home) but plenty of things change and that means there is always something new to be tasted. Its my life's motto: drink of the cup whenever offered

ken

ps, glad you enjoyed the poem :))

[emmajoygreen]

Wherever you return, a shadow or beam of light will make the moment different. Perhaps?

[Ken e Bujold]

yes! Returning is never the same twice. Change is constant. At least for me. Muse goes home every yr and every year she will say "ah Singapura, nothing changes" to which I then spend our time there proving how wrong she is. Buildings come and go everywhere, which is a worldwide reality, and not what I mean. When I point out to her, and my inlaws, and our friends there, how much Singapore has changed over the yrs (first went there in '83) they quite often seem genuinely amazed. Cities, countries, are never static. Attitudes, fashions, the day-to-day exigency of making do are all forces that shape us, like clay in a potters hands. As a small example, even 20 yrs ago Sing was a strait laced place, tattoos on any one but criminals was non existence. Now i look at my neices (nephews too but the nieces wow) are as inked as the japanese yakuza. And no one, not even my 85 yr old mother in law seems to consider it unusual. She isn't fond of her granddaughters skin choices, but has said to me more than once, what can I do, it's how they are these days.

[emmajoygreen]

'These days' - that dear lady is near hoisted on her own petard. When away, don't rush around, but do like to sit and watch, notice the mini changes, second by minute of look and sound ad finitum or summat! #