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The Calm Below the Storm
She reclines on the porch swing
Sways with gentle breezes
She loves this spot
Overlooking the bay
Always the picture of calm
Even if the sky threatens rain
Artful reflections
Flow over glassy waters
The ominous clouds tempered
As the wash of a watercolour
On which her mind paints
Stories of transformation
In the morning
A mug of americano
Vapour wafting
With the scent of roasted bean
Then the garden
No more than a thin film
Of rock-strewn topsoil
Spread over a bed of granite
Now the afternoon
Pinot gris
The bottle at her feet
Chills in a bucket of ice
This afternoon
Began earlier than others
Though not the earliest retreat
She may not need
To replenish the bottle
Storm Hardened
Some thought her broken
Even brittle
But all the brittle
Had broken away
In countless storms
What remained
Was hardened
Tenacious
She’d shed many facades
Until what was left
Was what she chose
To keep
She kept nothing
For perfunctory friendships
Or pettiness
Able to withstand any hardship
She chose carefully
What to stand for
And who
Content in gentleness
She suffered no one
Who drove hard upon her shores
If some thought
Walking away made her weak
She walked away
While they washed out to sea
Waiting It Out
In the off season
Lobster traps wait in repose
Fishers count the days
The Path Through Darkness
Stillness in dark, dense forest
Light trickles through the canopy
Enough to cast shadows of utter black
In near blackness
Trees and roots form vague outlines
A maze of a path
Upon a maze for footfalls
I stumble my way
In a direction which seems
Forward
Progress slow
Or futile
I do not know
No matter
If futile
Step back
Seek another path
In this sense
All paths lead to the light
Failure is to remain complacent
In the darkness
A Moment not in the Moment
I remind myself
A photograph is neither
A moment nor a place
Taking a photograph is neither
In the moment, nor the place
So I put down the camera
Take one breath
Then another
In the moment, and the place
Penny Lane
Aground not grounded
Becoming one with the Earth
Ashes to Ashes
Evolution’s Percolator
Where the wide of the sea
Finds the flat of the land
There the tide flows
I pick my way
Down mobile shore
Where life is lived in many worlds
In the shallows and the depths
And too this realm of barely land
Where creatures slither and scatter
Between the pools and rivulets
So I wonder
At all the possibilities life created here
Including me
The Straight Path
The master told her students
This is the path to enlightenment
“But it is so straight”, one replied
True, said the master
“I expected the path to be difficult!”
The straight path is difficult
“How can it be?
There are no mountain passes to find!
No intersections or forks to choose from!
No sharp curves to negotiate!”
Many students nodded their agreement
The master shook her head
The straight path is difficult because
You want to climb mountains
You expect there to be many paths to choose from
You believe there should be sharp changes in direction
One student had sat quietly through all this
Listening while looking straight down the long path
As far as she could see
Finally, she spoke
“Walking the straight path is impossible
For one who seeks insight
From every roadside attraction”
The master smiled
I am your student!