Sackcloth Without Ashes

As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler; solitude will not be solitude, poverty will not be poverty, nor weakness weakness. - Thoreau

the grass was short and yielded not to the day's breeze

the sky was high and heavy with the tipped weightage of passing clouds

sort of like when you yearn to be alone despite clambering, jibbering crowds

my life was full of nothing

just the way i like things

no one pulling my strings

as pete sings, 'did you steal my money'

you can take my honey

hop around like the easter bunny

no matter, my sky will still be sunny

a comedy of errors always funny

as i try to jump over the dirty river

before a wide, flowing mouth that has no choice but to deliver

wearing nothing but a sack of gunny

Author's Note

"I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion". - Thoreau