A ribbon of light
Winds along the valley floor
Swallowed by the mist
A ribbon of light
Winds along the valley floor
Swallowed by the mist
Beauty in soft light
Nature’s array of sandstone
Photographer’s eye
Two eyes in the night
One winking
Over stone
Subtle miracles each
The way of physics
Matter
Quanta, atoms and molecules
Gravity
Gravitas
Billions of years
The stone
Another, subtler, miracle
The way of atmosphere
Geology
The elements
Erosion
A gentle whittling away
Over millennia
Millions of years
Of crystalline rock
And here stand I
A miracle of my own
No greater or lesser
For matter becoming
Life
And life becoming
Conscious
Billions of years
On this planet
I have become
A way for all miracles
To know themselves
There am I
An Island of consciousness
Standing on an Island beach
On a planetary Island in space
Circling a celestial Island in a galaxy
On the outer rim of a galactic Island in an expanding universe
That is an Island in a multi-dimensional array of infinite universes
Singular
Infinitesimal
Inconsequential
But in this moment
I am
I am enough
Necessary and sufficient
For consciousness has no bounds
While it has no explanation
It needs none
The buoy sings
In broken meter
While gull cries
As steel
Rings out its soul’s lament
Rolling on the seas becalmed
Which lap gently at the marker
Slings languid clapper
Side-to-side
Until it dings
Seeking gull’s reply
For bereaved augment
Not one to be remiss
The gull
Its song amiss
Takes wing with foulest aural screech
Through which the many souls buried
Here
By storm
Beseech
For they that never heard the bell
But discovered rocky shoal
With sundered timbers of their hull
Forsook their invitation to God’s holy hell
No, not that descent
Instead remain beneath the sea
Without repent
To pull the chain of their lament
This Melfort Bell
Forever
Out of meter
Comes the night
With celestial swagger
Its vanguard in scarlet, violet and indigo
Descends the void dotted by galaxies and stars, a planet or two
Beyond the dim beacons built by small creatures
To penetrate the darkness they fear
Storms brew
Days end
Energy crackles above
As I close my eyes
Images of shackles
Men
Women
Children
Marching
To their disappearance
Open
Again
I see
Only power
Ominous
Irascible
Malicious
Irrational
Malevolent
Lines of transmission
For a singular mode of thought
Enabling the incarceration
The disappearing
Of free will itself
Then
The shackles of power alone
Would suffice
Though the disappearings
Always continue
Unabated
By lack of need
Simply
For the demonstration
Of power
Languid moments follow
Sun’s final thoughts
Bounds the sky
From golden to indigo
Wherein abides such grace
There I, manifest, serenity
I depart
For farther shores
In rearward glance
The past recedes
Leave behind
Mistaken thoughts
Their wrongful acts
Now turn away
Forge ahead
Find a path to better ways
This flow of time
Leaves rings behind
There to learn
From rearward reckonings
Patterns of existence
Wrote stories
Rendered in forgotten stone
One small soul sundered
Moments lost
To oblivion
‘Til some sad spelunking
Anguished excavation
For traumas buried
Reveals the source
Of present sufferings
And with such insight gained
Arise small hope
For healing and recovery