Category: Cameras

Bowyer Island Dusk

The tranquility of dusk
Descends on the world
On my spirit

So I begin
The time of
Renewal

There are places
In this world
So breathtaking
And exquisitely
Beautiful

Words cannot
Describe them
Even a photograph
Provides barely a whisper
Of the truth

Ocean waves
Setting sun
Endless sand
Onshore breeze

Connecting me
To all that is
To all I need

A secret:

There is nothing
So formidable
As nature

Our bombs
Our industry
Our pillaging

She will adapt
She will survive
She will flourish

I have only just begun
To plumb my own depths

How can I ask you
To understand me

Scattered remnants
Run down and undermined
On burnt red gravel

Reminds me
Of Saturday morning
After a long week of long days

Visiting magical places
Invites magical thinking

The Earth boils up
Billowing
Like clouds in the sky

The world provides
Such an abundance
Of the strange
And unknown

I try not to let
My ignorance
Confine my experience

I want to hurt
Because I have been hurt
I want to punish
Because I have been wronged
I want to bomb my enemies
Because they have stolen my peace

And the grip of violence
Grows ever tighter
Until the meager remains of love
Trickle from my cold, hateful body