I try talking to you
with spoken words.
Silence.
I stare into the past
waiting for a sign.
Nothing.
I sit in stillness
timing my breath.
Exhale.
I exchange burdens
in return for life.
Author: Anthony
reminders
years pass between meetings
and then we’re back
sitting in the same chairs
the same view from the window
except the trees have grown
we speak of the past and dig
up what we can recall
of things overheard
books we’ve read
stories to which we know
the ending
but here we are
attached by time
and a trail of common
experience remembering
the colors of landscape
especially those bright
flashes that appear late
in the still evening
when all is quiet
and only the wind moves
the branches between us
* From my book Awaiting the Images
resilient
the storm is fierce,
but mountains know
not to resist.
** Photo: Mount Bierstadt, August 5, 2017
front range
mountains stacked
upon mountains.
layered rows of rock
compressed by time
and the crushing
weight of trauma
and energy,
colliding to create
a scarred version
of perfection.
** The photo was taken a few days ago after hiking just below the summit of Mt. Bierstadt in Colorado.
Hiking, Part 2
My wife and I love the mountains. Leaving here in a few days will be difficult, but I have plenty of pictures and memories to jump start my writing when we get home.
Along the Way
The road is worn by years
of heavy wear, and I breathe
the familiar scent of trees,
brush, and wild flowers mixed
with slow decay. But then
it was there, around a turn,
and startled my mid-day trance:
three small stones stacked
upon a stump, still wet
from their home in the creek.
You were nowhere in sight.
Hiking
New trails mean new chances to be surprised by the wonder of the outdoors. This is a view from the Burning Bear trail in Parker County, CO.
On the Road
Hello, Colorado. It’s been a year, but you still amaze. No need to write poetry when it first stands before you.
A Week or More
So I’ll be on vacation for the next several days. The triple digit Texas heat is a great excuse to get out of town and head to the mountains. My posts over the next several days will either be photos or repeats…but hopefully inspiration will strike.
Be well and write on. You never know what the next word will uncover.
Anthony
Photo: Windmill farm in West Texas.
34
so it is here
strange to look at
to consider
to comprehend
a number
without a signifier
a signified without
a number
between the years
are days minutes seconds
measurements
of past
nothing to show for it
a dream
a vision
did it happen
only if remembered
so 34 measurements
are gone
how many more
will tick by
like reflectors
on roadways
illuminated
by lights
12.3.2008
Awaiting the Images 