Aaltoe’s Blog

Most boats heading for Holderness,
West,
Some extraordinarily loud
As if noise were what they were about,
Yet others, quiet, elegant
Purposeful, announcing only
Direction and intention.
The sky presiding
With shapes of varying power and texture
Still, almost.
The week’s end.
And now Saturday
Oddly not accentuating shifts of activity
Or place
Hovering in a space and time
Internally defined,
Trying to find purpose and meaning
When actions have no consequences
Other than what one imagines.
Isolation is my new friend
Hard to get to know
Not very talkative
Forcing memories upon me
Not helpful in making sense
Of the here and now,
Exaggerating the impact
Of contact with others
Calling out for worlds of my own making
Worlds however unrealistic
To satisfy my yearnings for coherence
For purpose
For the meaning of being.

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