those that i love

at the end of the day, all that matters are those that i love and those that love me.
mutual admiration, in a loving, allowing, unspoken sort of way.
it's inherent in the conversation, nothing needs to be said.

salt of the earth, earthiness with a pinch of saltiness.

ruddy cheeks, mussed up hair, cuss words where it counts.

throw me a line to real life, as it is today, and as it will change tomorrow.
no matter. all the same. nothing stays the same. everything changes. allow people to change.
people will change...if they are lucky, if they are willing, if they have the courage to sludge through the crap and compost fermenting .....fermenting....fermenting.....

and, beautiful, dark, rich soil , yet to be , sure to become.








copyright 2009 Alisa Barry