Tag: Canada

A long day ends

As a long day working
Draws to a close
The clouds roll in
The sun draws low
The wind goes calm

Clouds and Islands darken
Hinting at the night to come
And the sleep
The long overdue sleep
Darkness welcomes

I love being
Where the sky is big
And the land is bigger

I love being
In a space bigger than I
Where I wade out into expanse

All I ever wanted
Out of life
Was to carve out
Some small domain
In this wild expanse
I could identify
As me

Until
I discovered non-being
And realized
Being
Was not
All it was cracked up
To be

They clamber up the mountainside
The lofty trees
With mighty boughs
And riffling leaves

Fir and cedar, conifers
And alder with its lighter leaf
Like steps of cones
All feathery

But my lens
Sees everything
Grand patterns lost
In details keen

Patterns of existence
Delight me

With the order
And beauty
Of an insight
Larger than I

The words come
The way lichen
Came to the rock

They come to me
Both words and lichen

So their beauty can be known

Buffeted
Unsteady
Windy air
Challenges
Equilibrium

Turned to it
Faced head on
Arms out wide
As if wings
Unfettered by Earth

Every now and again
I stop

I stop and look back
Along the path I’ve travelled

Not to see where I’ve been
Not to linger on what I’ve done
Not to consider the path I’ve followed

I want to see
What fell out of my peripheral vision
What cannot be seen moving forward

To be where I want to go
I seek a path
Which takes me there
There is always a way

Though I may have to fly
Rather than drive
I may have to walk
Rather than bicycle

Rolling hills
Mimic clouds
Though green
And lush
With grass
And sage

I roll through
On two wheels
Climbing up
Flowing down
Cornering
And gliding
In flight
Amongst
The verdant
Clouds