The world remains chaotic
And seeing it in black and white
Obscures the details of its tumult
So too the beauty of the world
Its colour makes it vibrant
And lacking subtle textures
Diminishes its glory
So too the beauty of the world
Its colour makes it vibrant
And lacking subtle textures
Diminishes its glory
So when it does
I shout out
To the atmospheric mayhem
Though the power
In her voice came
From the moments
Between words
Between songs
In quiet introspection
To which I return
No matter how far
Astray
I wander
I seek
But carry always
This fair land
Which speaks my heart
Which I am, in all my being
Along the way
Seeking the deep powder
The cruisable hard pack
The soft moguls
The challenge
Is not so much the hardships
But remembering
What trandscending
The hardships brings
Dwarfed by sky and clouds
Or in the mountain’s shadow
Some small dot upon the plain
Not so much larger
Than its inhabitants
Nor any one who on the streets
Looks up at towers looming
Considering what hands have built
In any way diminishes
The smallest human being
Inverted
Yes, like me
Upside-down and
Unsettled
Shake me up
And let the layers
Resolve
Until
Settled
At rest
Still, there is the blue sky
And the sun
I bask in its warmth
Smell the grass
Breathe the fragrant air
I remind myself
Fog is ephemeral
And there is always this high ground
Above the fog
Even if I can only reach it
By closing my eyes
And remembering this moment