-
Poem – What is Left
I see shadows drifting behind the trees. Across the wetlands dogs bark, a warning of coyotes stirring about. Jets crisscross the empty sky bathing in evening light. As this day closes and the night takes over I am left here in the darkness with the exposed version of myself.
-
Poem – Night Becomes the Day
The empty fields will breath darkness until giving way to the increasing light. What today is hidden in shadows will slowly be revealed. What will you see when the night becomes the day?
-
Poem – To the Darkness
To the darkness that is ever present that is the shadow following each footstep that is the fast moving clouds – I will meet you in the empty fields filled with ten-thousand lanterns and put to rest the game we have been playing for years.
-
Poem – Sense of All
And in the evening light we chase the floating particles, each a piece of ourselves set free from the fire. In this moment we lose sense of “I” and become the “we” with the trees, the light, the darkness and the whole of the universe.
-
Poem – I am Out There
(1) Frequent glimpses of moving shadows and white figures. (2) One last time I enter the cold darkness and find a mass near the bushes, but this object reflects nor consumes light and I immediately feel a connection and cry when I know this is my shadow. (3) A view across the expanse of empty…
-
Poetry – Sun Rises
Sun rises over mountain peaks after 40 days of darkness and despair. We sing, dance, and cry while the mountains darkness subsides and the peak, birthplace of our gods, appears.
-
Poem – Change
The winter sky holds distant promise beyond the muted sun above the bare trees. As the days recover from the depth of darkness so too will the trees recover from the shadows.
-
The Voice in the Forest
I pass trees on either side, deeper into the forest and further form the fields, leaving one realm for another. I feel no fear of the unknown land I am nearing, and at this point there are no active thoughts of what I am leaving. I carry only the moment I am living and move…
-
Poem – Temporal
Passing beneath and over bridges the road opens into the sleeping city. Distant streetlights reflect off glass windows while a train emerges from perfect darkness and motors south and east. Silence returns and the monotonous driving becomes temporal when the new moon reaches from beyond the earth appearing as an orb of legend.
-
Poem – An Eye Turned Inward
It is frighteningly easy to give up hope and lose a sense of place and purpose when the earth is scorched and the people are lost. Miles and oceans separate lives, cultures, borders, and tragedies. Arbitrary definitions aim to keep lines drawn and natural tendencies in check, but this only suppresses the internal instincts, the…