Signatories of Diminishment

Signatories of Diminish.Meant  

 

When the leaves fall in September is this a sign from higher power that we should retreat to the comfort of a warm fire and close the doors on all things, outside.  Makes me think:  Signatories of Diminishment and has me leaning in a certain direction, moving me to bodies with warm and rising desire.  But wait, falling leaves do not necessarily mean the demise of those things, I find scared.  What does it mean when seasons change and after the fall comes Dreaded Winter?

 

Have been hit with a wave from the other side.  Surfing expert I am not.  Was floored, if indeed I had been in my living room.  But on a cruise and without a paddle, had been warned.  “Don’t stand too close to the edge.”  And didn’t realize standing at the railing on a cruise ship watching for signs of life and sunset, was also what they might have been referring to, when they said, ‘…don’t stand too close to the edge.”  Rolling with the swell and rising sea, my grasp of all of this is not steady.   

 

Have not attained sea-legs nor the queasiness that comes, as we pull away from land and seek something else.  Facts not grounded and seems to crash down upon me, as if the storm has found me, and these are the consequences.  Drenched.  Chill.  Now shiver.  Hyperthermia  and feeling as if I didn’t belong in this world.  At sea.  Was suppose to be a special voyage.  Turning out to be a replication.  TITANIC.  1920 something and will be followed by depression.  At the lowest point,  towers of water crashing down, and I wonder, “Climate Change and Me.  Is it happening now?  How will this impact me?”

Winter arrives after the fall.  I am venerable now.  The stink of rot, I can smell.

Broken.  Can it be fixed?   To the signatories of diminishment I appeal.

“What is your final answer?”

The  price I paid and is there justice.  Market-place conditions fueled by demand and supply.  Should have known better that I could not buy my way out of the condition, my condition is in.  Avoid errors, but did not.  Had no reference guide to the consequence of a nuclear world.  Didn’t see the dangers of remaining divided.  Didn’t take any of this seriously.  World War 2 was over.  Crematorium of Auswitz was shut down.  Thought that was enough.  Enemy vanquished.  But then POGO on Sunday cartoon times, gave me hints of a greater truth.  “I have seen the enemy.  It is Us.”  At the time this was satire and humor.  Now it is not.  Is the price I paid.  For sins of the father.   Happening now.  Winter follows Fall.  Prepare.

 

Comparative studies and it makes me think.  Should I have paid more attention to what the Poets said?  About life.  About Change.  About Fall.  About Winter.  And this has me repeating the refrain.  The Price Paid.”    And leave it dangling as if it is just part of a familiar song.  That gains in significance and power, the more times it is heard.  Bill of Rights and did we get this one wrong.  Is this for us to decide, or did our forefather’s cement the pact when they became the signatories of diminishment?  Unsure what any of this means now.  Done before there were so many people on the planet.  Done before civil war and world war and then followed by winter,  The Fall was more than 1 and 2.  War continues, if not just in the mind.  Conflict is a better war, often undeclared.  Fallout and radiation, and he wonders.  Standing at the rail, must he move closer to see it as it is,  the sun rising and a new day.  Cruise Ship activities and is too soon to tell,  if disappointment and diminishment returns, when we dock and go landside and back into the moment of civilized behavior,  standing under a tree, watching the leaves fall?

 

What did the poets say about all of this.  Was I listening?  And if so,  did I understand the filth and rot that comes with maturity and then decay?  Probably not.  Had other things to do.  At that time, a signatory of diminishment,  I was not.

And now we know.  Things are different now.  Season’s change.  Fall becomes Winter.  Better Life becomes a week spent on a cruise ship, untethered from land.  Mouth of the Lion opens.  Whales appear.  Storms crash down upon us.  In the path of death and destruction we lean.  And I hear a voice from beyond calling.  “Don’t get too close to the edge. That includes the rail.”

 

Call on me for an answer, but do not be disappointed when you don’t hear the perfect response to that inquiry.  Winter doesn’t always mean harsh conditions.  The Fall doesn’t mean you can’t get up and retain your balance and freedom of movement.  FALL and is it but a calendar date that tells us we our moving from one season to another?  Signatories of Diminishment and I call on you for an answer that completes my inquiry.  “What does this have to do with me?”

Final Answer.  Listen to what the Poets said.  Their words are eternal.  Transports us across time.  And makes our short time among the seasons, perfectly clear.  We are part of all of this.  And yes,  is temporary.  Our Fate.  Belongs to a greater realm beyond the authority of the signatories of diminishment that reside in life as we know it.  Not at sea.  Just earth-bound.  Is our reality.  What the Poets Said.

Fall becomes Winter.  Now Chill.