Nature's Clues

The day as it is.

The thought of no-thought.

Some say this all could end,

taking my breath as it goes.

There were scars for proof

from noticing too much.

Journals I meant to burn.

The many words I meant to say.

Let this yearning fill me up.

When my mind is stunned,

I see what's faded.

I labor to tell you

my real name

where the trail ends.

This pencil, those pens

are natures clues.