by Joe Janowski
Two hands, a spine, a ribcage–is there anything else we might have to guide us? Anything else we might have held on to at the last minute? A poison ivy necklace? A blue jay? A friend?
Just a cup of moon can cure you of your fantasy, the rhythm of walking peels away the shaggy bark of despair. Each leaf is a letter in a hopelessly scrambled alphabet, but I didn’t want to say anything, anyway.
Joe Janowski is a Zen student who lives in Omaha. He is the founder, president, board, and sole member of the Thoreau Anti-Defamation League and long-time member of The Naturalist School.
*photo courtesy of medicinenet.com