Cleansing waves
Free me
From this detritus
Of life’s
Discontent
I feel so naked
Exposed
And alone
Like in the dream
Where you’re at school
Or at work
Without any clothes on
And you’re the only one
And you can’t figure out
Just how you got to be there
Without any clothes
Such varieties
Among societies
So much beauty
In its peoples
Nothing stuns me more
Than when some implore
There’s but room enough
For One
This makes me take a sigh
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 beauty of a flower is
The life it holds
While purpose lives
Not in its petals
On the ground
Arranged so pretty
An artful mound
That raging inferno
Of events
And despair
Perhaps the cool, calm place
Discovered me
I don’t know
I breathe a sigh
Stop asking why
Stop telling myself lies
Stop being so damn wise
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
Moments
Beauty
Reality
But I have always used
My camera to create them
The art of life
Provides a more difficult task