looking for peace…

The older I get, the more I seek simplicity in everything — in taste, in food, in lifestyle, in relationships with friends and family.

I’ve become a virtual recluse as a result. Never the world’s most social guy, I have developed this shunning of contact that is leading me to odd places, usually alone.

The one exception to this yearning for simplicity seems to be in the subject matter of the poetry that I want to write these days. I am caught in some deep lust for complexity these days — trying to capture in extraordinarily simple language the nuances of human experience.

The key to this is the simple language. I need an instrument that’s easy to play, because the melodies that are coming will be hard to follow.

I don’t know where I’m heading anymore, but I know I can’t turn back