Category: Words

In the late dusk

In the late dusk
Film draws whatever light it can
Through a lens wide open
On a camera held close
Steady as hands are able

There is no better way
To understand the path I must follow
Than from the vantage point gained
Through the hard work
Of elevating myself

In the morning light
The hoodoos rise
Bringing fire
To the canyon

From a high vantage
I scour the world below
Seeking the scattered points of reference
By which I’ll find my way
When I visit the low ground

There are people who’ve come through my life
Some I’ve held onto
Some, I’ve let go
Some slipped quietly into the past

But they’ve all touched me
I would not be who I am
Without their influence

A setting sun
Illuminates existence
So that its divinity
Is apparent
To even the most ardent atheist

Waiting out the rain
She hunkers down
In the narrow dryness
Of a doorway’s eaves

On her way
To Hanoi’s mobile market
A vibrant gesticulation
Of colour and sass
Gentle salesmanship
And meagre means

I keep in my heart
In my mind
In my spirit

The possibility
Of the impossible

Sometimes, there is beauty
In a moment
Which takes my breath away

As if touched by divinity

Mountains
Ablaze
Smoking

Flight
Water
Fighting