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Saturday, June 27, 2020

No More Secrets

—Poetry by James Lee Jobe, Davis, CA
—Public Domain Photos Courtesy of James Lee Jobe



So very late. Starlight. Moonlight. The crisp feel of the March air. So much time has now passed, so many years that age is now catching up with me. Finally, tonight, something is achieved, something long and painful is over. Father, I forgive you. Now. At last.


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I am moving through a lifetime covered with flesh. I don’t believe in time or in fate, just in these random events of the moment at hand. When, at last, I shake off this flesh, the moment will be gone.






The wind has no need of secrets, neither does the current sliding down the creek. I don’t keep secrets anymore. Life is what it is. And now, this moment? A morning is here, halfway between sun and rain. Somewhere a new child is born, even as I write these words. And again, another child, as you read this.
 






I feel too old to let go of hope, to give up, even though the number of loved ones that I’ve lost keeps on growing. And look up there, the moon is at its finest.







For me, this valley is a place where life is in balance. The land, the watershed, the climate, the flora and the fauna; it all fits together. If anything is out of place, it’s us, the humans, but it doesn’t have to be that way. We could worship and respect the balance. We could choose to live in the valley and not just on it.
 





South Fork. Yuba River. A redtail hawk glides above the canyon. Slowly circling, circling. Deer shit on the trail below. A man and a boy hiking, with their lunch in their daypacks. I remember you, William, my beautiful, late son. I remember us.


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Today’s LittleNip:


My choice, if I have one, is to live like rain, bringing life, covering the earth, covering everything.

—James Lee Jobe

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—Medusa, thanking James Lee Jobe for his poetry and pix on this sunny summer morning ~



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