I remind myself
On the dreary days
The days that drain my heart
Of all but grey
Seek the colours
Let them saturate my being
Rekindle the joy in my heart
I remind myself
On the dreary days
The days that drain my heart
Of all but grey
Seek the colours
Let them saturate my being
Rekindle the joy in my heart
Cloudy tendrils cling to hillsides
As a child to its mother on school’s first day
The bus driver beckons
Come, this way to new worlds
Mother’s kiss lingers on rosy cheek
Solid and eternal as the hills
Some places just feel ancient
Time there stopped
And the land quit changing
I never feel more here and now
Than in such places
This little speck of life, I
In the midst
Of eternity
One tiny moment
Of meaninglessness
Writ large on existence
Nice place to kick back
Nestled red AdirondacksĀ
Stop on the way back
Once was a time
The path seemed
Straight and narrow
Far as my eyes could see
Entered a doubt
A fear
Indecision
Possibility compounded
Upon improbability
Chaotic grid of no means forward
So stop
Reconsider
Unwind the improbable
Evaluate the possible
Quell the fear and doubt
Make a choice
Then another
Build upon choices
Until trust defines a path
I love the big guys
The established ones
Those who’ve changed the world
Become big through accomplishment
But age has changed my focus
To the little guys
With all their potential and possibility
The ones who’ll change this world to the next
I disturb the crows
Who’ve been picking the mussels clean
Below the high tide line
I scramble through the scattered rocks
Looking for barnacles
In arrays of frameable form
Until the crows
Decide they want
Their little peninsula back
Well, I did manage
To get this shot
Before retreating
Detritus and treasures
The flotsam and jetsam
Of mes forgotten
And discarded
Wash ashore
There to be beachcombed
Collected and collated
Discovering the pieces
For a me I can reconstruct
Grounded yet adrift
Betwixt and between
Tethered while untethered
Her beauty
Both fades and grows
Returning to the Earth
From which she once
Set out to sea
The cycle of life
Beautiful and cruel
Both to be found
In any single moment
This one nears the end
At which new life begins