Autonomy
like monotony
but without the pendulum
marking time.
This time
Is monotonous
but for the autonomous
It’s fine
For a time.
What I’m Really Saying about life in California
I’m beginning to see
I need no one after a time.
I’m preparing for the lifeboat,
the buoy,
the evacuation of the planet,
no packing, everyone is coming.
I’m leaving everything
behind.
It’s meaningless.
People come and go.
I’m trying to be brave.
Now I realize people want to hear hope from me as I’m old.
So I hand them some perfectly ripe
tomatoes from my garden,
tell them how to chop the basil
add the olive oil,
mix with hands.
Serve at room temperature
perhaps outside with the sun
fighting to make its way through the smoke just for one last time.
It’s good to eat with others
as things digest more easily.
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