Sometimes, all that’s needed
Is the proper illumination
To transform the ugly
To the beautiful
Is the proper illumination
To transform the ugly
To the beautiful
Then I come home
Where I live in it
But sometimes need
A reminder
It is August
No snow is falling
But the haze
Of forests burning
I suppose that is the way
Of rainforest life
I hanker for the sun
Complain about the wet
But it exhausts me
when the sun stays too long
Every picture evokes a story
Evokes a feeling
Evokes a memory
Or an insight
Or a knowledge
I watched it pucker and peel
In successive seasons
Of wet, then cold, then wet again, then heat
Since decades past
The last thing on your mind
Is an avalanche
But it shouldn’t be
Wouldn’t it be nice
If the paths we could take in life
Were marked like ski runs