Perspective
patiently waiting
the river of time seems to
slow to a trickle
–
mayflies
in the pond
a snapping turtle
patiently waiting
the river of time seems to
slow to a trickle
–
mayflies
in the pond
a snapping turtle
a kestrel soaring
circling on warm updrafts
focused on its prey
–
wings swept
plummeting
earthward
light from the full moon
spills through the open window
and pools on the floor
–
waning
molten silver
moonlight
spying Earth from space
a hard reminder of our
insignificance
–
a sand grain
amidst the
multitude
the clinking of ice
he signals the bartender
for just one more drink
–
false dawn
an owl returning
to it’s nest
the spinning wheel turns
fingers idly making thread
while the mind wanders
–
adrift
on a sea
of imagination
the weathered old man
makes peace with the universe
tending his bonsai
–
fiddlehead ferns-
seeking god in
the golden ratio
faintly glowing stars
the ancient light a missive
from the distant past
–
a moonless night
our path defined
by starlight
blinded by hatred
enrobed in the ignorance
of what love can be
–
midnight-
groping for
the light
shouting at the void
trying to keep the silence
from smothering me
–
rain falls
on a carpet
of autumn leaves