Blue Deer
I had a conversation with a burning log once.
I asked him what he wanted out of life
or if he knew not what then why
he existed.
He told me that what I wanted to do
with my life
was my choice if there was
one to make.
the log was content to sit there and burn
no thought or choice or
consequence, that was
simply what it did.
He existed solely in my mind
and this whole purpose
was to help me make up my mind
that whatever I do,
choice or not, is Okay.
or not.
Fat lot of help he was.
I remember the stars were beautiful that night. I watched a spider build a web from scratch.
Cheers,
The Captain


