double back demon

the demon

walks up the street

rattles the gate

looks for loose fence boards

all secure

moves on

looking back 

a few times

the tired monk sweeps

watches the road

he's back 

same demon

different hat

different hoodie

walking in slow

from the other direction

the tired monk sweeps

watches the road

the demon curses

peace

once upon a time

the tired monk was not tired

   knew peace

no anxiety attack hangovers

drenched in cortisol and liquor

just riding a cheap BMX bike 

down cow trails

my dog keeping pace

deep tree solitude.

no internet

no "smart" phone

no "social" media

no government work...

need to focus...or not focus

breathe 

at times just think nothing

a monk of do nothing

backyard Kerouac

guitar chords

pushing through 

frosty Hemlock boughs.

 - this one is a mess...but it was written over two days, in two very different states of mind.

Peace.

some animals

moose family

breaking from the trees

down the icy slope

through lashing snow

to the one open creek

drink deep

wild turkey flock gathers

fly up one by one

filling field edge trees

as the sun sets

Coyote...wolf...?

not sure...he's big.

lifts his head 

like any farm dog

smelling the west wind

deer stays put

huddled up 

in thick pine boughs