Long night ahead
Bed roll and cardboard mattress
Stashed in the tree for later
When night rounds the corner
Some small time for sleep
Otherwise
Pedalling
Bed roll and cardboard mattress
Stashed in the tree for later
When night rounds the corner
Some small time for sleep
Otherwise
Pedalling
And then
On some glorious sunset evening
I see the world in silhouette
And understand how
We are all the same
Backlit golden strands
Like the halo
Of an angel
Bent on justice
Or so I think
Reminded by
The tides of seas
The tides of light
As moon circles I
As I circle sun
Not choice
Nor fate
All that is
Circles round
In ebb and flood
But moments such as this
Fuel my imagination
And stoke my passion
For contemplation
A car parks beside mine
Released from its confines
A small boy, about five
Runs over to stand beside me
For a moment surveying our domain
While light breezes
Shimmer on the sea
Settling snow to Earth
From branch and bough
Where it once rested
Transitions
Whether, in the end
For the better
Or for the worse
A matter of perception
But in transitions
Themselves, I always find
Some beauty
Large or small
Icy wind rips
Up the valley floor
Churning turquoise and obsidian
Beneath the placid azure
Of a witness sky
Waiting for the stars