Category: Cameras

Righting

In the mirror
It was just the one tear
In the many streaks of mascara
Which struck her… wrong

The tear was wrong
The conditions were wrong
Her love was wrong
He was wrong

Her life… was wrong

Nothing affects our perception of living
Quite so deeply as the death
Of someone who became
An intricate part of our being

Insights and memories and loved ones come
But cannot fill the emptiness
A loss of self
Nearly as profound
As the loss of another

From the tower
I frame in the traffic circle
My pickup truck at the bottom
Holding Alcatraz in the bay
Looking so peaceful

Before the sun

Unsaturated pastels
Hushed details
Settled sea
Slumbering land
Quiet calm

As if I’d landed
Billions of years ago
On a planet still young
And restless

When rock flowed as liquid
And the only solid lands
Were granite rafts
Floating on a molten orb

I often wonder
At nature’s hand
Both in awe
And as a query

Artist and creator
Of worlds fantastic
And unimagined
By lesser gifts, as mine

Hoarding precious moisture

Tenacious flora on the floor
Perpetual winds in the sky

Until rare torrents fall
Tumbling down the mountainsides
Muddy brown and rocky

When the air extracts the moisture
From my sinuses
From my mouth
From my lungs

Sun in the night
Awakens me from slumbers
Ascending into consciousness

Crisp and cold
The night air
Sounds, sharp and clear
Amplifying presence

When the last light fails
In our cities
When the last of us breathe
Our last breath
The sky will still burn with fire
Every morning

There will be no one to mourn
Our absence
But the emptiness of time