Inklings 2022

accompanying chimes, anyhow No… I don’t think I can do any more rhyme right now Yesterday, I felt so disinterested in life, so disinterested I could fly Yesterday as I was driving, the wheel wasn’t really in my hand, I wasn’t really driving, maybe I was, I don’t know Maybe I was walking to school, maybe I was in class Maybe…maybe… Last night, I tried to break the pattern, the same pattern for the past ten years. Were they long or short, don’t ask me I don’t know anymore I look to the future I look to the past Where is the place for me? Erasmus, Marcus Aurelius, Martin Luther, Aristotle, Even in their sublime texts, I can’t find… IV I was driving a few days ago With the sun setting and slow traffic My attention drew me elsewhere (don’t recommend anyone to do this while driving) As we slowly came to a halt This scene unfolded before my eyes A solitary lady with snowy hair, a reminder of her experienc- es, trudged out of a crematorium A portly man accompanied her, as the lady trudged on into the sunset, the man went back inside. That’s the end of the scene (that I observed of course) But the rest are up to my imagination. For me, she probably continued into the sunset, bravely continuing, never stopping, as Apollo will embrace her at the end of the day. Alaskan wilderness Ethan Sullivan