So I set up in the median
Camera in hand
And let the people come
Reveling in
Faces in the crowd
Dominated by nature
Which is, of course
Its greatest appeal
In torrents
Of mud
And rock
And trees
Wiping away bridges
Wiping away people
The road broke down
So access broke down
A land made
Of strife
And loss
And longing
Chipped rugged
With malice
And petulance
The sky
Whispered menace
And even a calm sea
Cut rough on the keel
Like sun-baked leather
Backlit golden strands
Like the halo
Of an angel
Bent on justice
Or so I think
Reminded by
The tides of seas
The tides of light
As moon circles I
As I circle sun
Not choice
Nor fate
All that is
Circles round
In ebb and flood
But moments such as this
Fuel my imagination
And stoke my passion
For contemplation
While light breezes
Shimmer on the sea
Settling snow to Earth
From branch and bough
Where it once rested
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