The sharp attack
Of pigeon feathers fluttering
At the park
On a sunny Sunday
In a timeless observance
Of time’s frivolous expense
Small moments accumulate
In a life worth living
At the park
On a sunny Sunday
In a timeless observance
Of time’s frivolous expense
Small moments accumulate
In a life worth living
I find it
Almost always
A lesson as valuable
For the photographer
As for the pilgrim
Some for good
Some for naught
Most with barely
Any thought
A good many
I regret
But the life
Which made them
I do not
I learned
I grew
I fell down
I got back up
On a grey day
I learn gratitude
For lessons of darkness
Which made of me a man
Who finds light
In the littlest things
Much as I
On challenged path
Lose my balance
Then regained
A beacon there
Should day grow dark
All the ways I’ve learned
To make my way in life
Unconsciously, they become habit
Forgetting the current running through it all
I remind myself
Stand on the shore
Breathe in the quiet
Observe the current
The new obscures the old
The old shines through the new
A temporal collage
Of overlapping insights
Expressions, realizations
Hoping, in the end
The sum of it all
Creates some enduring meaning
But better to crawl through
To this wilderness of consciousness
Than remain unconscious
Battering the cage
Of my own ignorance
Bringing light
To darkness
Bringing purpose
To doubt
Bringing meaning
To listlessness