In the morning light
The hoodoos rise
Bringing fire
To the canyon
The hoodoos rise
Bringing fire
To the canyon
Category: Detail
Drought
I watched the white paint shrivel and dry
On the old shed out back
On the old shed out back
I watched it pucker and peel
In successive seasons
Of wet, then cold, then wet again, then heat
Since decades past
Bon’s Off Broadway
I found it in my neighbourhood
A decade and a half ago
A greasy spoon, a diner, a joint
A decade and a half ago
A greasy spoon, a diner, a joint
A place to hang
To eat, oh-so cheaply
Ham & Eggs & Toast & Hash Browns
Just $2.95, all day
Expressing the divine within
The works of women and men
Are seldom so exquisitely beautiful
As when they are motivated by passion
For something greater than themselves
Are seldom so exquisitely beautiful
As when they are motivated by passion
For something greater than themselves
Whether that passion be God
Or Gaia
An ideal
Or a cause
Beauty
Or love
Doorways
When I see the light
Right there, before me
I try to remember
Right there, before me
I try to remember
I may have to step
Through many doorways
To find its source
A hard day, even for a stone face
Damn seagulls…
Walking on which World?
Nature’s patterns
Repeat
In scale
And context
A Martian landscape?
Or an Earthly detail?
Ripples in Time
A couple hundred million years ago
The tide receded for the last time
Leaving ripples in the sand
The tide receded for the last time
Leaving ripples in the sand
To the rock, it seems just yesterday
It had been the sand
Gently rolling with the waves
Heavy Air
The air is heavy
Laden
Saturated
Laden
Saturated
Clings to my flesh
Beads on my clothing
Thick with moisture
The Dragon is China
“The Dragon is China,” she told me.
I nodded an assent, then shook my head… paused. “What does that mean?”
She told me. I must still not have understood, because I’ve forgotten. Only the phrase is left. I couldn’t focus, and the image in my mind drifted away.
Like this photo of a dragon-handled brazier at Kong Miao, the Confucius Temple in Beijing. Ever so slightly, focussed too deep. And like a photograph, there is no way, hard as I’ve tried, to bring China fully into focus.
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