Empty Dialogue: With the Exception of a Puddle's Pep Talk.
By Parry Matte
My only company is
my own judgement & ideas. Self- discovery
is the groove I jam in
this idle space.
The puddle is the most
honest idea on the rooftop.
It is a copy machine, ditto is its purpose.
Drowning in nature's solitude,
Endorsing nature's response,
Medicine walk,
Medicine walk,
I've found my fix.
I dread slithering
down that ladder
every time &
cascading to a
ground where
my composure
is revoked.
The rooftop gives me air, the rooftop
gives me self-possession, the rooftop
lets me be.
A medicine walk thrives on solitude, solitude kindles in nature, nature fosters insight, insight resolves uncertainty.
I don't know why I wanted to climb that rooftop so badly?
Maybe I was craving a meal of novelty with a side of adrenaline that afternoon?
It doesn't matter, because it removed the blockades of an undiscovered mind.
My medicine walk lived on a rooftop.