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.

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.

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.

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.

Winter rain slowly melts
the little snow recently fallen.

Sidewalks and streets are wet
the trails are becoming mud.

The puppies stare out the sliding glass door
across the greening yard, at the pond
turning from ice to water.

Let the images hold your attention, and allow a break form the chaos.

bussokuseki

The circles from our meeting
have rippled out
across the years,
growing faint for a time
from interruption,
and then stronger still,
rolling though seasons,
gardens and snows
and the voices of our children,
over quiet mornings
and hinted joy.

Let me kiss your forehead
and touch your hand,
look outward toward the sea
for just a moment
with a half smile —
another wave on this
simple day.

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