A Poem

It was not long before Silken joined Cana and I .. rushing up like a wagon was on fire. She seems to have a thing for babes like most women do .. only I think actually holding them got to her with her recent loss. It is always a hard thing to survive when you see the expense it takes from others.

She seems to be adjusting well though .. happy for the most part though I was a little disturbed by her idea that someone had taken a piss through the top of her wagon. The only way it would support anyone's weight would have been if it was a small child .. she would have had to really piss off someone to do something like that. No pun intended.

She also spoke of something else that disturbed me in a different way .. she was experiencing the phenomenon of sleep walking. It is not something I have come across outside of dream walking... perhaps that is what it is. I do not know. Seems something to be concerned about though. A dangerous thing.

Silken had a note delivered to me. Words meant to paint a picture of feelings and emotions written down in a form of cadence and rhyme.

I am not sure what to think of it .. it was well written but most people know how I feel about written words.

I did what I normally do with written words .. I built a small fire and consigned the parchment to flame .. letting the spirit of the thing free upon the wind .. the smoke of it to return to the Sky.

But I still feel I must address the content .. the meat of what was said. And I do not know how to do that. Words mean so little to me .. so easily used and manipulated that I tend to dismiss them. These words were a picture. Like a painting on the side of a wagon. Open to visual interpretation. Was my interpretation correct? Or merely in the eye of the beholder? I could not say .. I could not determine the artist's intent.

As I watched the words return to their true and rightful form I decided that I would wait and see what actions were given. These I would use as a lens to see the words through. Give them color and meaning. I would wait then .. allowing the artist to project her own meaning instead of applying my own.