my understanding of why
we wear different shirts is starting
to wane. why do i have all these shirts
that look different? am i supposed to continue
wearing different shirts throughout the course of my lingering life?
and how to pick how often to wear the blue
plaid button up, with short sleeves
and the contrasting red? it’s really more of a red
wine color, a reddish mahogany, a red darkened
with the muttering of purple. i s’pose i like the way
this shirt looks, the blue and the red
that is also many things other than red. but how
do i determine when to wear it? and when do i decide
i spoke at length with a man on my porch. we
shared a meal and several hours
of talk. he wore black jeans
that had been cut a bit short at the leg. he removed
his socks and shoes and ate
barefoot on the porch. sometimes he
crossed his legs with an ease that i admire.
the black jeans with the cut slightly short legs,
those too i admire. to think to be barefoot
on the porch of another, perhaps that too i admire.
i wonder how he decided to choose
what to wear? and why he cut the ends
of his pant legs? he spoke about the mind and its position
in the body. how it isn’t necessarily in the body. he said
his mind is just as easily in that tree
over there, he said, pointing to the tree at our right.
a ranging alder, spindly and grasping for light. i looked
at the water, ocean water,
several yards from our sitting porch. and asked
him if his mind would still meld with the tree were he to fall
into the water and drown? would his body float
in the bay, would his mind float in the cambium? what is it
to see the world through bark, and what is it
to choose what shirt to wear?
it makes sense to find a shirt you like
and stick with it.
this statement requires one to have
an abiding sense of sense. to feel
that this world sometimes makes sense,
and therefore what shirt you put on your body can
also make sense. your body in a shirt
of blue and maybe a version of red. your body
in a pair of pants with the pant legs cut short.
your mind in a tree, your body floating
in a cradling indifference of water.