Kick Back Adirondack

Nice place to kick back
Nestled red Adirondacks
Stop on the way back

Skeletons

All life stripped from the core
Still remains beauty and purpose
In the skeleton

Once was a time
The path seemed
Straight and narrow
Far as my eyes could see

Entered a doubt
A fear
Indecision

Possibility compounded
Upon improbability

Chaotic grid of no means forward

So stop
Reconsider

Unwind the improbable
Evaluate the possible
Quell the fear and doubt

Make a choice
Then another
Build upon choices
Until trust defines a path

I reach for the sky
Its light
Its heat

Bathe in the glory
Of nature’s bounty

Alive to the moment

Bloom burst
New life
Unfurls

A flourish of green
An explosion of new growth
Transiting seasons

Spring tests winter’s depths
Capricious audacity
Risks mortality

I love the big guys
The established ones
Those who’ve changed the world
Become big through accomplishment

But age has changed my focus
To the little guys
With all their potential and possibility
The ones who’ll change this world to the next

I disturb the crows
Who’ve been picking the mussels clean
Below the high tide line

I scramble through the scattered rocks
Looking for barnacles
In arrays of frameable form

Until the crows
Decide they want
Their little peninsula back

Well, I did manage
To get this shot
Before retreating

Detritus and treasures
The flotsam and jetsam
Of mes forgotten
And discarded

Wash ashore

There to be beachcombed
Collected and collated
Discovering the pieces
For a me I can reconstruct