Images open in my mind
standing clear against countless time
from inner membranes, earth falling light
captures thoroughly overlapping possibilities
( I'm leaving out these five lines to give
a sense of curiosity and wonder)
like an old sculptor watching the shadows fall
as one world slips into another
...
On words needing a voice,
inspiration, air, waking life and love...
Elements wash the mountains flush with colors
that change with second looks
speaking with ease and nonchalance
It's enough to forget such natural things
but why is it enough?
..
And as if to make this point
I go back for a moment to look
after the foreseeable future
making anything at all into
everything equal
Perhaps its only thin air but
how comforting to think this road
leads toward that horizon
Im here in the lines you might pass over
a reminder that we all make images of
anything everything and nothing at all
like the living spirit running through all things
never ending in one lasting scene
.