CONTEMPORARY EXPLORER

  How rich life can be. All you need sometimes is a small corner, a chair, a few things you love. Memories sometimes, others dreams. A light to read by, objects to ponder. Yes you say, there will be a tomorrow, different than today, places to wonder, new things to bring home for your corner of dreams...

  Kiosk man, kiosk man, what do you sell? There you are on center stage at the mall. Started with great hope. Each passerby a critic. Long hours spent hocking items, hoping for a few people to stop, look, buy.  Just a few words, like “nice items,” keep you going. Rarely a day when sales sizzle, spirits soar. You still believe. Long hours though, soon you get a chair, holding back despair. Hoping for those great rewards, the critics passing by…

  Sometimes you come upon random things that just seem to fit together. Different shapes, color and sizes, with no reason or pattern. Still they draw you in. Artists will tell you that “nature adores uniformity” and that like the forests of nature, harmony is found in the range of differences. Ones that play out in the world’s wind, rain and sun. The same can be said for people I think. Differences abound, but life can if allowed provide a canvas for harmony, a gathering if you will.

  Almost like an art piece it rested from the road. Never idle for long, wearing the long miles traveled proudly, it avoided the end of other trailers. Their numbers and markings all washed away, bay empty. "No portfolio, scraps, dead heads" they called them. To tractor rigs passing, this one still shouted out trailer 53101 ready. Still needed in commerce, that's all it ask...