POEM: Ripples & Stillness

ripples expand
from some unseen center
where a fish feeds,
and when stillness returns
i welcome its short life

POEM: Cloud Life

i watch the drifting clouds
and my mind synchs to their speed
and i wonder whether i'm the cloud
or the cloud is me
and i know that i'm not moving
and yet i feel i am
and i know that i'm not weightless
and yet i feel i am
and i know i can't live aimlessly
and yet i feel i can

DAILY PHOTO: Rocky River, The Tungabhadra

Taken at Hampi in November of 2013

POEM: Evergreens

Evergreens line the trail,
transporting me to a place --
higher and harder --
where one might expect trees
that refuse to yield for seasons.

POEM: Pale Skies

bleached in bright sunshine --
thin, wispy white clouds
are barely seen 
amid the washed out skies

some summer day -- 
sending one running 
for sunglasses
to avoid a blinding headache

it seems the world 
might fade into a 
tabula rasa, or
blanch anemically

DAILY PHOTO: Salt Marsh

Taken in August of 2012 in Georgia

					

DAILY PHOTO: Dome of Rock, from Channagiri Hill

Taken in July of 2020 from Channagiri Hill

POEM: Newly Evergreen [PoMo Day 16 – Tanka]

under spring skies,
the evergreen - thick
with new needles -
echoes the tune sung
by hardwood neighbors

POEM: A Rainy Day in the Dry Season

Rain sidles up in a commanding cloud

-- early --

And so it waits in its cloud,
like the awkward party guest
who sits in his car,
waiting to be fashionably late,

but - not having decoded 
what "on-time" really means -

arrives early, nevertheless.