|Photo by M Barrett Miller|
The closest place to get out of the maelstrom was a massive cemetery that spans blocks of prime Seattle real estate.
The longer I looked out the window the more the scene began to unfold.
The present was under the sagging rain filled tarp waiting for guests to say their final goodbyes.
The future was in process under the watchful eye of the crane operator perched high above all the craziness below.
We are here as unseen flashes on the cosmic clock. Hardly long enough to make much of a dent in the workings of the universe.
The present candidates for the presidency continue to go on about the horrors of gay marriage, contraception, immigration, religious inferiors, tax equity and health care for all, as they saber rattle towards more conflict in the name of liberty.
Leave the rest of the searchers alone as they try to find some balance with all that is pulling at them, in one way or another, confusing them, as they desperately look for an answer somewhere-anywhere.
Let them live by what they have found workable for themselves.
Let them love whomever they love.
Leave them alone.
Don’t worry – be happy!
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference”