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Fracture 93: Moving the Future into the Present
(1) There, there I see you – walking along the shoreline,the sun is your companion. The ocean wind is relentlessyou continue walking into the headwind. I see pieces of you fall away and in turnthe fragments begin following you. I close my eyes and see a version of youthe you of another time. Each fragment…
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Silent Objections
The calm water reflects the coldmorning sky coming on-line. Pierced by raven calls and lulledby rolling waves. Fragments I carried herebegin to slip into the water. The cold and water I have come to embraceas years have passed, has not changed. The same stones mark the way to an ice covered shorelineand that tree has…
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A Slow Start to 2020
As 2020 emerges from the cold waters, we take stock of the previous year. It feels as though time is speeding up, the older we get. The truth is, we are squeezing more from each moment, reaching out beyond ourselves, enriching the experiences we have, and walking more in-step with the world. Looking back, I…
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Imagine What is Lost
We know there is no land within what we can see with the naked eye or binoculars, and the maps we poured over in the outdoor gear store confirm this when looking due east. However, in the very early morning as the sun reaches over the top and the sky lights up exposing low hanging…
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Tree on Cliff
We have been visiting this location on Lake Superior for 10-years. Through every season and every weather pattern. Regardless of what is happening and going on around me, I always come back to that tree. On the cliff above the turbulent waters, standing tall against the wind, drenched in summer rain, or encased in ice.…
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Poem – Awakened
Scattered wisps of cloudsgive way to the first sunrise. Peaking over the horizon,shoreline rocks absorb each ray. Newly formed ice from high tidecracks and refreezes with each wave. Each inhale brings cold into waiting lungs.Each exhale pushes out impurities from the previous year. Like the steam rising from the sea,I become more awakened with each…
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Poem – Reflections on What Proceeded Today
In the last few hours of the year.Superior is awake and talking. Waves are heard before they appear as bulges in the sea,crashing on rocks unable to freeze. The old cabin windows rattle and shake,before settling down until the next wave arrives. Pine and cedar branches weighed with snow,bobbing amidst the cold onslaught. Trees standing…
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Poem – Superior Snow
The sun set long ago,and we venture out with headlamps. Bright white snow consumes tree shadowswith each pass of light beams. Snow blown in from the gathering stormfills human and animal prints. Fewer cars pass on the road from Canada to Duluth. You can hear them for miles,a low hum between crashing waves until they…
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Home is our True Being
Home is not just where you live and return each evening. Home is that place we hold close in our hearts and in the dreams we wake from and try with endless energy to return to. Home is not where the hat is hung, but where our subconscious retreats during times of angst and when…
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Poem – Saman
The black silent outline moves closer as time passes, time not from here. The empty sky vibrates as a thin line emerges from the horizon’s depths. I walk into the water folding with the sky and feel no cold, no pain, no burden as the golden light seeps into my heart. Upon the ancient boulders…