Now is a good time to start bothering about
What is happening, what anything is about.
The sound of a small question not going away.
Maybe you hear it too. Now what is it about?
Half the day was walking between ruins and tombs,
Being now with others before death, out and about.
One asks why animals woof and weep at doomsday?
Not for themselves, for a now no longer about.
This morning a spider floats subtly in my room.
Then as now, no idea what the dream is about.
Robbie Basho has a loving way of sounding,
Like a dead man who now knows what life was about.
Nicola is much less interested in talking
Than wondering what he is now talking about.