No
An atmosphere
To existence
An atmosphere I choose
An atmosphere within which
All events occur
And through which
All events are perceived
An atmosphere I choose
An atmosphere within which
All events occur
And through which
All events are perceived
The light
Of guides
Of friends
Of family
Between
Wonderlands
In a
Bright
Red
Box
Of hardscrabble lives
For creatures without fire, food and shelter
And the human beings who cannot afford them
Heavier than water
Lighter than sand
Carried by forces
Greater than they
But when I look more closely
Therein lies the beauty
I see the endless changes
And nothing less
Though life seems so
Ephemeral
While stone seems so
Well, eternal
Howe Sound Blues ~ A video collage of poetry and photographs featuring the Sea to Sky Highway.