Glenn's blog

That old Talking Heads song seems so pertinent sometimes. I wake up on some mornings and wonder "How did I get here?"

Lately I've been so busy – or at least perceiving myself as so busy – that I've neglected writing blog posts or much else. I used to blog (some might say excessively) often on this blog and on the Liberation BC blog. But now, with my full-time job being busier and more challenging than ever (more on that in another post) and with our new store, I've felt like I don't have the time I would need to craft quality posts.

In answer to that, I'm now thinking that I may just do away with my idea of what constitutes quality and simply start writing again, and often.

So, for now, I'll just post a little poem I wrote when I was at a friend's wedding this summer in Jericho Park. I hadn't written a poem for several years before this, and haven't since - but now that I'm dispensing with quality, why not?

metaphor

a tree is simply a tree
beautiful and simply a tree
just as I am simply a man
a human being
a person
a sentient being
an animal
a living thing
a life – as it is, no more, no less