A Poem Can Be Found Anywhere If You Take The Time To Look:
The beautiful and the damned,
are on the road,
as Dharma Bums,
looking for the end,
in the garden of the beasts.
Sometimes even the light needs support.
Nothing more solid than an old tree firmly rooted along the riverbed.
It offers a platform, a blank canvas for the light to manipulate.
With each passing moment the sun sets further to the west allowing the light to come to the forefront.
Then and only then,
If and only if
you are willing.
The sparkle will show the unrepeatable contours of the bark.
Easily missed but it’s shelter allows for everything else.
Never underestimate the shell in nature, or
in you.
Keep walking uphill.
On the horizon is worth.
Find the next incline.
I think what I like most about the summer is its ability to be dramatic. It can be sunny and cheerful one moment and then dark and destructive the next.
You think you can see the storm coming but you can never be sure until it arrives.
There is no preparation only experience.
It strikes me as the right way to approach the world
and
for me, for tonight, writing.
HIKE. BIKE. DRINK.
College Level Drinking, Elementary Level Writing
A Poet's Journey by Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
An introvert's guide to the human experience