EKG

These letters have been in my head. Time flows steady like lines on an LCD screen. Like 8bit blips from a mono speaker. Up and down at (also) fairly steady intervals. The metaphor seems to fit. Tiny mountains. Peaks and valleys. Broken fangs. The rhythm of life.  Beats of your heart passing through a machine, recorded and erased and then forgotten to make room for the next. No hint of how many more will come. Maybe a few. Maybe a few more after that. Maybe not. Maybe some high points followed by some low points but always moving steadily on. Blip. Blip. And is there a lesson here? Yes. Why? Because everything is a lesson. There will be more peaks and then more valleys and the mountain range of your life will flow on and on into a sunset you cannot yet see until it erodes into the vast plain of eternity. Or something like that. Who can say, really. Who can really say? The rhythm will never stop.  Until it does. EKG.

I’m trying to figure out why these words are in my head. Searching for the gift of them. The lesson. The reason. Reason. So writing it down. Working it out. Seems to help. Sometimes you (I) forget to listen to the inner EKG. The heart. The engine of life (in a strictly literal sense). You find yourself a step behind. A step too soon. Stepping on your own toes more often. But when you are in sync. In step. In tune. Ahhh… Perfection.

So I write it down and stick it up on the wall for all (me) to see and I’ll ponder it for several days or weeks or more likely a few months until it flows from sight and onto the second page and beyond. Not unlike an EKG

- Staley Out