zero-elevation

at zero-elevation I keep the lamplight low as someone else’s cigarette butt gets pushed along the sidewalk by the evening breeze

I recommend keeping your distance and speaking less about trivial things during the atomic blast of inner peace that comes in the smallest moments at the end of each day

I’m a scavenger in my own heart but meticulous and mindful of the subtle differences between what should be discarded and what should never be thrown away

I use one fork one knife one spoon two plates two bowls and three cups adhering to simplicity and a voluntary needlessness as the sea level rises outside my door

  at zero-elevation the earth is crying and the tears have nowhere else to go

(my photo)