The shelter is in the doing
Yesterday the shelter
Was to be found in the being
In the being which precedes the doing
The being who reblogged photographs
Who posted poetry with pictures
Towards all four corners of the world
The shelter is in the adsorption
Yes, this shelter is found by being absorbed
Fully absorbed in the doing
The doing which also includes meditation
After writing at the standing desk
Writing words for no one else’s consumption
The shelter is in taking the photograph
Of turning the photographs into a book
Or at least into a book cover
Achieved by rotating and cropping
By being in there with the decision making
This way or that, that way or this
The shelter is in the deep listening
Listening to the Drawn in Pale Light playlist
Music then
Along with the leaves and branches
Providing a canopy for the settled soul
Before bumping into something more esoteric
Which takes one to the jazz night
That night when the shelter was the jazz night
Jazz on a boat, on a boat on the river
Yet with a group of individuals
Who right now
I can hardly remember any of
So better perhaps to return
To return, return to the being
And the doing of that shelter
