Vice-Versa

Whatever I meant in that moment and mood, it seems blurred and faded now. The words sound nice. Maybe that’s why I was satisfied with them at the time. But I can’t say I’m satisfied with them now. The drawing, though, I like better. I can’t criticize someone for the way he looks. His expression seems the result of having lived many lives in one. Now I wonder: is that, in part, what those accompanying lines are about? Aren’t we much closer to being trees, and animals, and rocks, and rivers, and stars, than we seem ready to accept or realize?

[ 2017 ]