POEM: Coming Down the Mountain

every heavy step
an act of resistance
against the indefatigable force of gravity

— hell on the knees —

 

why does everyone think coming down the mountain
is better than going up,
as if gravity were doing one a favor

the desire to live high in the mountains
with stunning beauty on view everyday
is one of those romantic notions
that reality pummels
and robs of its lunch money

 

i’d say something about everyone
who goes up a mountain having to come down,
but then I think about the stories
of the frozen corpses on Everest —
instead of coming down the mountain
they became stone-hard monuments to ambition

DAILY PHOTO: Seeking Shade on a Sunny Mountain, Kashmir

Taken in Kashmir, near Sonamarg, in August of 2016.

Quiet Morning Haiku

I
at the pass,
fog stands guardian,
then moves on

 

II
the chipmunk
freezes at a crack,
sniffing the air

 

III
a burble rolls
off the paddle as
the boat glides

DAILY PHOTO: Zambezi Banks

Taken in June of 2017 on the Zambezi River between Zambia and Zimbabwe.

DAILY PHOTO: A Macaque Offers Its Opinion of the Weather

Taken in July of 2014 in Kerala

POEM: The Dangers of Going too Deep

I watched a bee —
a rotund & buzzy carpenter bee
scoot its way into the deep cup
of a cornflower blue sky vine blossom,
nestling itself within.

When it had penetrated to maximum depth —
only the hind tip of abdomen protruding —
the blossom fell away,
plummeting leisurely — as light things do,
in a lazy spiral toward the earth.

And as the blossom and its captive bee
passed out of sight below my window,
I could only wonder about the bee’s fate.

It did not zoom up past my window
at the last possible second
with a pronounced doppler shift
in the manner of stalled aircraft
pulling out of a dive in a Hollywood movie,
but that doesn’t mean the bee didn’t escape

If it didn’t escape,
what would that crash be like?

A light-weight creature trapped in the soft folds
of flower petals, with a combined lightness
such that air-resistance cannot be ignored
the way one does in Physics problems involving bowling balls.

What would that crash be like?

DAILY PHOTO: Lake Lanier in Autumn

Taken at Lake Lanier in October of 2011.

DAILY PHOTO: Twin Peaks, Kyrgyzstan

Taken in the summer of 2019 near Jeti Oguz

Clear Skies & Cold Water [Haibun]

Crisp air and clear skies freshen the senses, injecting one into a world more real than one has felt before. Cerulean skies, free of contrails, feel close at hand. Grazing leisurely, a deer cracks a downed limb, the sound carrying across the lake.  A fluttering fishtail breaks the water as a bass turns and darts down and away, the sound of sprayed water is heard clearly, though one sees no indication of the creature. Shifting winds fill one’s nose with an antiseptic scent of pine. One is alive — fully alive.

early autumn
skies tint the muddy lake
a cold color

Mountain Trail Tanka

I
yellow flowers,
along the trailside,
wave in the breeze;
butterflies flit
with random purpose

 

II
grazing livestock
trim the trail corridor
golf course neat;
not even the steepest
parts grow out shaggy

 

III
hear the burble
of the flowing water
where’s the creek?
it’s marsh-like in the grass,
awaiting a naïve boot