In the off season
Lobster traps wait in repose
Fishers count the days
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The Path Through Darkness
Stillness in dark, dense forest
Light trickles through the canopy
Enough to cast shadows of utter black
In near blackness
Trees and roots form vague outlines
A maze of a path
Upon a maze for footfalls
I stumble my way
In a direction which seems
Forward
Progress slow
Or futile
I do not know
No matter
If futile
Step back
Seek another path
In this sense
All paths lead to the light
Failure is to remain complacent
In the darkness
Love ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #353
Share the infinite
At your side astride the void
Love fills the vastness
A Moment not in the Moment
I remind myself
A photograph is neither
A moment nor a place
Taking a photograph is neither
In the moment, nor the place
So I put down the camera
Take one breath
Then another
In the moment, and the place
Penny Lane
Aground not grounded
Becoming one with the Earth
Ashes to Ashes
Evolution’s Percolator
Where the wide of the sea
Finds the flat of the land
There the tide flows
I pick my way
Down mobile shore
Where life is lived in many worlds
In the shallows and the depths
And too this realm of barely land
Where creatures slither and scatter
Between the pools and rivulets
So I wonder
At all the possibilities life created here
Including me
Serenity Amongst the Pitfalls
Though journeys be fraught
With pitfalls and wanderings
Know the beauty of the path
That the pitfalls and wanderings
Make the path beautiful
That serenity finds its moments
Falling Away
White water falls away
A stream of sibilance
Embraced in verdance
Here I, find peace in this day
Even as the rain
Drizzles through the canopy
Embraced in patterns of nature
I dismantle patterns of self
Trouble falls away
On Beacons and Buttercups
Diffuse light in dispersing fog
Daisies, clover and buttercups
Stretch into morning
Pastel whispers from daylight skies
Beacon’s warning
Smothered by the mist
So she howls
Into unknowable voids
Lest any run astray
To foul upon the stone
This wall between
The land and sea
While daisies, clover and buttercups
Tremble in the breeze
Spiritual Warp
Kindergarten
Five days a week
On Saturdays
His bicycle, or the pool
Hunting for frogs in the pond
Sunday mornings
He sits
Then stands
Then sits
Then kneels
Sits again
Rites and hymns
Echo in the vastness
And his mind
None of it makes sense
None of it ever will
Warped space
Surrounding one non-believer
In a continuum of faith
Pix to Words 