The wind is unrelenting,
and I shield my eyes
to stare towards the horizon.
Just when something
is almost in focus,
heat waves and haze
obscure the shapes dancing
in and out of sight. I wait
a few more minutes
before the angry gusts
nudge me forward, a reminder
that resting any longer
will not keep away the snow.
Tag: poems
Wishing
They say to wish
upon a star,
but how many
no longer burn?
Is the light
we see
an illusion
of hope
that flickered
away thousands
of lifetimes ago?
Can a prayer
survive in space,
or will invisible
energy carry it
forever through
the galaxy
long after
we’re gone?
No Words
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.
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.
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.
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
Discovery
The photographer scurries
through the park, his camera
swinging across his chest.
His eyes disclose
that he captured something,
so he hurries to the darkroom
where a revelation of black
and white awaits.
Subdue the colors of day
where shades of light permeate
the façade of all we believe.
reflection
in time
we recognize
the self
but seldom
the self
we recognize
in time
Awaiting the Images 