minding the store
was easy, because you learned to trust nature in each of us boys
unencumbered by cultural influences and family power plays;
always aloof of all those that throw around 'official' language
in their respective dictatorship roles we moved through nature
rather than an already devastated culture
the mourning ritual was incongruent with the way technology was played with;
we were so natural to each other that we could not sit down, abandon each other
and relate to the televison screen or radio talk - these THINGS were most unnatural
we would rather walk together than get a ride in a car
or use up a bus ticket - we walked and talked and probably applied languages
we brought home from classes
so the surprise of the boys of giving the boys the keys and minding the store
stunned many boys; no there was no secret; neither the keys nor the money in the till:
no, it was total trust in the boy's nature, total immersion of his being
into a reality of his very own creative being within,
not one bit of a syllable of any doubt in his integrity or his atachment to THINGS
if you can relate to Shakespeare philosophically
you need not put on any costume or self-deceiving camouflage
and simulate life
the eye does not act
your voice is nature
our ears were in tune with words from within our nature