Video captured during travels, last night, 2017
Every picture may tell a story, but the story this poem tells is an expression of audio and time, as well. Video required.
Dominated by nature
Which is, of course
Its greatest appeal
Until
Somehow
We learn to forget
We’re children
But better to crawl through
To this wilderness of consciousness
Than remain unconscious
Battering the cage
Of my own ignorance
Still the shadow of nature
Falls upon me
With her supple forms
Her irregular grace
So I quiet the urge for being
Let her sunshine warm me
And become the bough
Blowing in the wind
In torrents
Of mud
And rock
And trees
Wiping away bridges
Wiping away people
The road broke down
So access broke down
Pix to Words 