Snowflakes

Large snow flakes don't last.
Those aren't really snow flakes;
They're snow feathers
that float lazily down
over cities
and town.

For what I want to do,
and do do,
I am content with what i have.

I really just want to write.
As I have said before,
I don't seem to take stuff in
from the outside.
I live my life
with the sufficiency
I have already stored
inside my mind.

God is truly my sufficiency
and sends me all I need to know
or want to think about.

At this age
what I need to think about
has diminished
in quantity.

Not one person
can disprove anyone else's experience,
until that person has had the
same experience for
for himself or herself.

No one know about the elder mind
or the days that elders live
until a person reaches
the age of elderhood.

It's great that God
keeps some surprises
for elderhood.

But then secrets are kept
from every age until
a person is of that age.

Children have no idea
of what school will be like.
Middle age folk have no idea
what elderhood constitutes.

or how enjoyed "less things"
are.
and younger folk can't know
how rewarding it is to have
no "wants"
and how surprising it is to have
fewer "needs."

When Grandpa Armour
sat and twirled an unsmoked cigarette
over and over and over
in his fingers,
I wanted to give him something else to look at.
Dad, too, thought he needed something, too;
an activity to DO!
He bought Gramp a "paint by number
picture" to work on.
The gift stayed in the package

Now I understand how
I can watch the snow falling
and time moves along as it will.
I don't have to fill time.

There is work that
could be accomplished
but remains silent.

Work in my life is as
quiet as the falling snow.