In the dry
I am not thirsty
In the heat
I am not too warm
I am not thirsty
In the heat
I am not too warm
In the sand
I dig in roots
In the sun
I bask in life
Tag: postaday
Presence
I spend some time
In a place like this
A place which strips away
In a place like this
A place which strips away
Pretense
Distraction
Aggrandisement
Avarice
I find my presence
In the present
And in that presence
Is love
Pregnant Calm
In the cool grey
Of a cloudy afternoon
The air so still
Even the birds respect the silence
Of a cloudy afternoon
The air so still
Even the birds respect the silence
In repose
I reflect
On the day that has been
On the day to come
Until
Like the birds
I respect the silence
Let my mind go still
Moments of insignificance and immensity
It was in a moment like this one
About 20 years before
The air, it seemed on fire
Engulfing the West End towers
Their glass and steel alight
As if caught in amber
An atmosphere of amber
About 20 years before
The air, it seemed on fire
Engulfing the West End towers
Their glass and steel alight
As if caught in amber
An atmosphere of amber
A moment like this one
When I first awakened
To my connection
To everything
Where I’m Going
Sometimes, the path seems so clear
Not so much that I know where I’m going
But that I’m going where I know
Not so much that I know where I’m going
But that I’m going where I know
No fixed destination
No long-term goal
No yellow brick road
Small from a high vantage
Sometimes, seeing the world
From a position of power
Only makes me feel
Smaller
From a position of power
Only makes me feel
Smaller
Shipwrecked
Like shipwrecked sailors
Striving for the beach
Bodies too heavy
For the surface
Only the force of will
Keeping them afloat
Striving for the beach
Bodies too heavy
For the surface
Only the force of will
Keeping them afloat
The will to live
Or the will to not die
Courage or fear
(I’m unsure which)
Drives them to the beach
Lungs filling with salt water
Muscles spent
Energy exhausted
Hugging the Coast
I love the roadways
Which hug the coastline
Where the breakers fall upon the rocks
So the sea-spray mists my windshield
Which hug the coastline
Where the breakers fall upon the rocks
So the sea-spray mists my windshield
I dance along the roly poly
Climb and dive and swerve and wiggle
Ocean by my side
Land rising and falling beneath my tires
Promise to a Friend
In the late afternoon
The sun breaks through
Leaving a glimmering kiss
On Howe Sound’s rippling waters
The sun breaks through
Leaving a glimmering kiss
On Howe Sound’s rippling waters
I am reminded
Of the day’s catches and false-starts
The day which would have never left my bed
But for a promise to a friend
Lines in the Sand
Nature draws lines in the sand
With exquisite finesse
With exquisite finesse
Captured by their beauty
Mindful of their warning
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