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Poem – The Sky Gave Nothing Away

I stood at the base of a mountain
on a world far from where I thought I was born

and fought the descending wind
gathering snow and ice.

The sky was void of any star
yet shadows moved across fields.

The sky gave nothing away
and kept directions secret.

Crossing snow bridges
and stepping between tall seracs

I moved away from the mountain
into unknown horizons.

Poem – Searching for Myself

Stopping at the green gate and the snow covered driveway, the pine trees embrace the winter sky and the morning light, shadows reach across the space between tree trunks.

Too much Time has passed since the last visit and the space feels foreign. While I remember the name of each tree, I hope the ravens remember me as they circle nearly out of sight, their call still echoes through the forest, the only other voice heard above the winds’ song.

Packed snow crunches with each step. Brown pine needles blanket the white surface, untouched except the many deer tails weaving through the trees, reaching beyond what I can see.

The sun’s intensity warms tired bones and muscles. The wind directs eyes up as the treetops sway against the cloud-free winter blue.

Each breath tastes of nature. Each breath brings me back. Each breath brings me closer to a chance meeting with god.

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Poem – Searching the Earth

Surrounded by more questions than answers
the day continues the race from yesterday.

Searching the earth for clues,
a sign,
some semblance
of another part of ourselves,
perhaps one that has answers,
one that has been down that path before.

We scrape the dry hardened ground and find nothing.

Hands steeped in dirt
the afternoon sun beats down
on exhausted bodies.

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Poem – This Way Before

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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Poem – Searching in the Wasteland – Part 1

I see you across the distance
a face not known yet
I feel a connection
and I would follow you
but the space elongates.

I woke walking through an unfamiliar
valley of overturned sand,
the walls not earth but
fragments and rusted steel
reminders of a history
of time forgotten now
unearthed and the memories
are bitter and foreign.

There, I still you in the distance.

A fleeting shadow drifting in the waves.

Poem – Mountain of God

I have passed this way before.
I have seen these desert grains pass through
worn and bleeding fingers.
I slept beneath these trees
and I cried upon the boulders.
Yet I do not know where this is,
I do not know where I am.

The land becomes the sky as
the horizon falls away
and the stars become the
path I now walk.

With eyes closed I let go and wandered
until I stood at the foot of the mountain of God.

Poem – Place

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?

Poem – Finding Home in the Chaos – Part 4

These simple moments of nature’s gentle cycle
coupled with the raw energy exhibited here and beyond

humble this man juggling chaos
looking for simplicity

looking for answers to
questions I have not asked.

Poem – Finding Home in the Chaos – Part 3

Sometimes when I see the midnight moon
over the superior waters I imagine,
if I reach for enough from the shoreline
I can catch the beams in my palm.

The iced shoreline captures and holds
the moon just long enough for me

to taste the ancient light and remember
my roots far beyond any physical planting here.

Poem – Finding Home in the Chaos – Part 2

We hike for hours, having left
the flat fields, the trail
twists and turns toward a
peak overlooking a wide valley
filled with trees past their peak.

The valley empties into a lake
filling horizon with what
is discarded, what is no longer
useful here, to be dispersed
out to sea into the cosmos.

Darkness descends quickly and
the horizon merges with the sea
pushing yellow lights
attached to incoming ships.

stars push aside the last sun light
and join the moon.