Where am I going
Where is this road taking me
How am I going to get past this
I stop
Reconnoitre
Check the maps
Consider my options
Except for some times
I stop
Reconnoitre
Check the maps
Consider my options
Except for some times
Ever changing
Never changing
Just like me
Nature’s harmony
Of shade and tone and texture
The way the gull finds the air
Which lifts him into the sky
The foamy leading edge
Of the wave lapping at my feet
Soft light through a rain-spattered window
With a good book and a cozy couch
If only I had the eyes
Of old father time
I could see the rock raging
Dropping aeons of boulders
Upon the valley floor
Like hailstones
From sandstone clouds
While I imagine pyramids
And Pharaohs
Slaves and Gods
In a dreamtime
Of human greatness
And cruelty
I love more what will change
The injustices which endured
Through the long history
Of intransigent ignorance
And self-interest
But have no place
In a conscious society
There are rare moments of connection
When I can “see” all that is
Know that I am some infinitesimal
Physical
Small part of it all
With filters
Adding colours
With thinking
Adding meanings
Until the world I see
Looks nothing like
The world which is
But for lack
Of soil and sod
What food
Could riches grow?
All such admirable
Qualities of stone
Though I prefer
Soft
Supple
Flowing
Fluid