The heat’s too hot
The cold’s too cool
No middle ground
To stand on
I choose one side
Or straddle both
The conflict
Still conflicted
The heat’s too hot
The cold’s too cool
No middle ground
To stand on
I choose one side
Or straddle both
The conflict
Still conflicted
That raging inferno
Of events
And despair
Perhaps the cool, calm place
Discovered me
I don’t know
Moments
Beauty
Reality
But I have always used
My camera to create them
The art of life
Provides a more difficult task
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
Though I may have to fly
Rather than drive
I may have to walk
Rather than bicycle
A few gentle waves
Erase a footprint
A sustained wind
Fills it with sand
Impressions
Are ephemeral
As am I
I try not to mind
Immersion into chaos
When the irregular
Overcomes the regular
These are all
Fundamental states of being
And who am I
To argue with reality
They spread
Interact with the ripples of others
Creating interference
Patterns of confusion
They rise to become waves
Washing over the lives of others
Sometimes pummeling them
Like breakers on the shore