New poem from the “Beyond” series.
I awake covered in red dust
after the storm passed.
In the depths of the crater
the sun shone dimly over the edge.
I see you left without me
moving beyond the fractured surface.
There is no blame.
There is now only me.
Beyond the mountains
the sun rises on a new day.
Surrounded by unnamed peaks,
unclimbed by humans, I head off into the void.
I watch an airplane across the evening sky,
diminishing light as the sun is leaving.
Still trees reach toward the heavens,
as blackness envelops the landscape.
Layers transform across the spectrum
scattering particles reaching these human eyes.
What is out there beyond the layers,
beyond the limitations of distance and speed?
Further I sink into the night
as the moon and stars take over.
Deep breath releases a hazy fog
and when cleared, the origin stretches out before me.
When my mind becomes scattered,
when each of the thoughts I held
in my core is lost to the wind,
I seek out answers and resolutions
from the natural world.
On mornings when the grey sky
covers the sun and the forest
lives in its own green exterior,
the cold air lays upon the skin,
and you know that rain is near.
Each drop a fragment of some
larger being or existence beyond
this world and my body reacts to the cold
by reassembling the core and bringing
this being back into a whole form.
From that white pinpoint in the evening sky –
I wonder what they are thinking,
and I wonder are they watching?
Our future plans take humanity further from earth
searching for aliens and distant planets,
a search for another home, perhaps,
or are we looking for ourselves?
In the endless pursuit beyond here,
are they watching us and waiting?
** From the series “The Integration”