Swaddled in silky cloud
Upon a bed of supple grasses and pine
Earth
Cradle of my being
Swaddled in silky cloud
Upon a bed of supple grasses and pine
Earth
Cradle of my being
Not to
Nor from
Just for the pleasure of running
That greater presence makes me
Not lesser
Nor greater
Just aware
That the incoming tides of life
Offer little distraction to the pleasure of a run
Shrouded beacon
Reaches into the murk
Whisper of stifled radiance
Beckons
Illuminates
A serpentine road
Beginning and end uncertain
Strike out for the unknown
Keep faith the road reaches the bridge
Hopeful glimmer beyond
That there is a purpose to my being
To my existence
Here in this time and place
That I get more than one shot
At finding that purpose
And bringing it to life
Already
Standing in the street
Wary of taxis and buses
The trees obscuring
Already
In my hands
No tripod
The light
So very low
Contrast
So very high
Under a darkling sky
Near the end
Of the sun’s
Long good-night
By this light
No darker
click-cliick-cliiick
Exposures times three
Then merge exposures
To become one
In a too-small frame
With tree branches
Encroaching
While taxis and buses
Approaching
Held that lens
In my hands
With low light
And this frame
So this print
No better
But then too
Not bad
The regular stop
In the deep of the night
Homeward bound
Warmed inside
The last act
Of a once reticent sun
This vibrant glimmer
This display of possibility
Standing on the ledge
Letting rage flow away
Wounds upon my soul
Close and begin to heal