Ritual

Are you ritualistic? Is the routine of your varying activities a prayer? Do you feel as if you are the agent of a supernal force? Does it smack of compulsion to the extent that you can’t stop for fear of consequence?  It was work when every day was a newbie on which you had to lay your imprint. You live the life of a priest or nun without having taken your vows. There is no alter or sacrifice yet it’s as if you were under the aegis of something outside yourself. Do people try to get you to stop? To free yourself, to liberate yourself to become a free agent? Are they jealous because you have a calling? Is being footloose and having to constantly redefine yourself its own form of slavery. Yes you're weary of another day of the same but contemplate a life totally lacking in intention. The universe is cosmically indifferent and you're no more than a pea. Will you create the illusion of order or simply leave your part to fate?

read "Enjambment of Fallen Men" in The East Hampton Star