A quiet evening as the dust settles
and chaos is held at bay,
watching the sunset
with nature’s creatures.

Simple.

These moments defining a life
provide peace and a bit of
knowledge grounding our place
to and within the world.

The dirt road lined with pine and poplar
exists in familiar land and on the map,
but standing here beneath the northern sky
as the cool wind brushes the lake,
I am without time or space.

In moments where I become aware
of my contact with the earth,
does it matter where I exist
physically when everything else
I am is scattered to the sea,
the sun, and the stars?

What is a life
but the experiences
and memories,
the fragments pieced
together as the sentient being.

What is a life
but the place
we fill within
the world we see
and the universe unseen.

“We speak of nature, of the natural world, as if that were something distinct from ourselves and the social world we appear to have made, seldom noticing that we are in nature and never out of it…” – John Haines, “Fables and Distances”

In the quiet moments
as our sun falls behind

the mountains, the sky
becomes filled with the

distant suns of alien planets
and we begin to understand our place.

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I have been down this path before
that empty silent road leading
nowhere and everywhere, the cold
wind, the bare trees, and the sky
merging with the earth –

where does it end
and where does it go?

I have been in that state
of disconnect, beyond lost,
detached from people, from
reality, from myself, from home –

that place we come from
and look to for direction.

I looked, and looked everywhere,
out there, in the distance, to the sky
with anger and confusion, to others –

until I finally found the answer
here, starting with my feet touching
the dirt, and in each leaf and in
each animal gracing the earth.

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I walk the path half
here and half there
that place that has no name
and when I close my eyes
I become engulfed
in the falling white petals
from the ancient sky.

The dirt path changed to stone
and as time passed I lost my place.

Emerging from one realm
to another this one was foreign.

And yet familiar if I closed my eyes,
like some part of me crossed here before.

And yet distant, the remote connection
either passed or not arrived.

Between two possibilities I chose
to be the reincarnation of my

previous self, to retain the experience
and returned to the world at hand.

I was not meant to be in this place, at this time.
Distant fields of clover and Indian grass fold
into itself as mountains rise
from the virgin earth and we are witness
to the changing landscape, to the dawn of a new era.

The relative nature of space and time
the fluctuations bring me closer and
further at the same moment to the
true being, the being within struggling
to break free struggling to catch
the first and last breath.

Which version of myself decided
this was the place for me?

Which version of myself cast
shadows across ice fields
hunkered down beneath
overhanging ice and the
first ray of light across
the crystal horizon,
the peak near?

Which place is real
and which place do I belong within?

Part one of “The Sea”. Part two should be up in a couple of days.


Across the sea of glass
an island of trees bending
heads bowed the sun does
not live here has not in years.

One tree is black not the
green you would expect
and it moves with the wind
and occasionally barks.

Cautious steps I begin
walking toward the island
an unknown distance but
I have long forgotten

about time and I have no
feeling or concept of where this is.

 

Empty streets absorb and
reflect yellow lamps

and release the shadows of
wandering souls and children.

This is what has become of
the city we dearly loved.

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Before the sun hands over
the day to the moon

we drive west on main street
until we leave town and

2-story houses are replaced with
red barns and silos

the concrete sidewalks become
the rolling hills and pastures.

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We stop near the only water tower
peeling light blue paint

the town’s name missing the “a”
and we climb the rusty ladder.

Over the treetops and beyond the
lake is our way out.

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