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.