The Science behind the Art of Preservation
Cutting
……..across the grass
……..through the park,
she leaned over,
paused in a Pisa-stance
just to ask,
“When does it all begin?”
I take in the world behind her….and before her,
and pat the spot on the grass
near me, nearby:

“It’s been going on
all along,
and will keep on
………..going on.
Come and sit,
………take it in,
………take in all of it.
The clouds can’t be
……..pursued
……..or, they can’t be caught,
so sit here by me.

Let’s sit together,
and let the dogs go
into the night–
let them chase
………..for other game:
The game which keeps running,
barely
staying ahead of
………..their own scent.

Sit here with me,
let’s gather up
pictures for
………..the heart
we can carry back
to our memory
………vaults.

Then the day
when the wolves
………are at the door
………to feast on our souls
and we’re feeling butchered,
…………cured, ready
…………to be parceled out,
then we will pull them out,
…and the fragrance of
…the living blossoms
will not only fill our hearts,
……………..it will take over the world.”
-A Charity Johnson