• lenten journal: periphery

    by  • March 25, 2015 • lenten journal, poetry • 2 Comments

    rush hour was a contradiction
    this afternoon—I could see the
    stalled cars for what looked like
    miles in front of me, so I dove for
    the exit and the open spaces.
    I saved no time, but I did keep
    moving, winding down Durham roads
    I rarely travel; my daily world is
    small. I would do well to explore the
    edges, the in-betweens, to take
    the streets less traveled—at least
    for me—I was discovering nothing.
    Those houses have been there all along,
    the cafés, wholesale meats, salons—
    I am at the edge of their world,
    ten minutes from my front door.

    Peace,
    Milton

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    2 Responses to lenten journal: periphery

    1. David R
      March 26, 2015 at 9:45 am

      I have been doing some walking in my neighborhood. I’ve lived in the same house for over 30 years, and yet there are streets within my ‘on-foot’ range that I have never traveled. I am enjoying seeing new sights and meeting ‘new’ neighbors.

      I am often surprised by what I encounter. One neighbor has a big red box with a glass door in the front bolted to a large live oak tree next to the street. In it are over a dozen books, apparently an informal lending library. I am tempted to add to the collection.

    2. March 26, 2015 at 12:01 pm

      Wonderful. I would say that you were in fact discovering something. You saw your small world and the one ten minutes from your front door. That sounds pretty amazing to me. Most people never see that we are so close to the rest of creation in all its variables.

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