Category: Poetry

Rocking Time

There are places on this earth
Where time is the answer
To every question

Time, and Nature
In harmony

I found it in my neighbourhood
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

Layer upon layer

Smoke on smoke
Thickens, on the rise

Islands and mountains
Fading, in steps of blues and tourquoise

For hours, they gathered
Like hailstones falling to Earth

A trickle at first
Then a torrent
Then a tumult

Until the space filled
In a thunderous storm

Sometimes I see
Somewhere ahead
A place
I’d like to be

With twists and turns
I’m never sure
Just where
The road takes me

Late afternoon
On a cold, crisp Colorado day
The moon comes calling
Wrapped in azure sky

A perfect day begins
In the pre-dawn
Anticipating the sun

I rise
Bring my didjeridu
To some beautiful place
And serenade the dawn

And so it begins

The works of women and men
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

There is little more delightful to roadtrippers
Than a lightly used highway
Which does the exploring for us

They run amok
These unwashed ragamuffins
My mother would say
But they are happy

Happy and curious
Enthralled with
The foreigner
And his camera