I leave him
As an arc of energy
From the light
Which taught me love
Into a darkness
I once feared
But accepts me
With a grace
And love
Greater than any
I have known
Even his
And in that moment
The darkness itself
Becomes light
Tag: transition
Selfless Selfie In Between
I climb the stairs
Get turned around
Wonder which
Up or down
Light’s everywhere
Caught between
Transitioning
Where do I
Belong
Get turned around
Wonder which
Up or down
Light’s everywhere
Caught between
Transitioning
Where do I
Belong
Encroaching Ice
Daylight wanes
Night encroaching
Like the ice
On the lake
Like the snow
On the mountains
Like the years
On my life
Night encroaching
Like the ice
On the lake
Like the snow
On the mountains
Like the years
On my life
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
Leaping into disorientation
Sometimes I get confused
Which way’s up
And which way’s down
Which floor am I on?
Which floor should I be on?
Which door should I take?
Should I have come in through that one?
Which way’s up
And which way’s down
Which floor am I on?
Which floor should I be on?
Which door should I take?
Should I have come in through that one?
Constant Change
I look over the mound
Of withering sandstone
Seeking frames for textures
Of withering sandstone
Seeking frames for textures
A few grains of sand
Knocked loose by the breeze
Skitter down a miniature ravine
Knocking loose a few more
Along the way
All coming to rest
With so many other grains
Collected in a miniature valley
Slowly filling up
With grains of sand
Acts of Nature
Some works of art
Are incomplete
Until nature
Has played her part
Are incomplete
Until nature
Has played her part
This insight says as much
About my own life
As about art
Acts of creation, both
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