FootprintsintheWind.com

That smile
in an Indianapolis food court
twenty or more years ago
yet warms and startles
she happy feeding him
he herky-jerky
in a tall electric
wheelchair
thanking
loving
enlivening
with his eyes
smiling

:- Doug.

My to do list
keeps me going
helps me distinguish
my morning wakings
so my culture says

Yet
culture is the commons
we all create
mostly unconsciously
acquiescing

Might
I become more alive
in this day of chance meeting?

:- Doug.

I look to the west
for the weather
of the future

:- Doug.

I am convinced that the “cloud” “wants” to store everything, and for ever. I am convinced we need to use the tools we have, even if they seem inadequate to the task. I am convinced we will use better tools when they become easily available to us. There is a chance, built on this shaky foundation, that our messages can make it to the 11th generation. And then there is human flesh, will, and ingenuity, in the generations between.

:- Doug.

Knowledge is growing exponentially; so is ignorance. A good thing.

:- Doug.