It's not all flowers and sunshine
these days, more a dark wondering
how to keep going when the end for some
is inexplicably soon. How to make sense
of the random, find meaning while knowing
and feeling that life is not fair?
I can hear Bach understood something
listening to his endless lucid movements
full of variation, like ripples on sea water
or the rings of a tree, like life.
Project 10 is a little experiment I started in 2019, which will be continued in 2020.
The number 10 plays a special role in my life. Every month on the 10th day I will start a poem and take a photo (or find another image), which will be posted when ready.