Thoughts On Life

the grey leviathans of the sky float towards the horizon

as the gods begin to smile upon them

delighted to see their babies come home

they painted them with colors never before seen

and the leviathans danced among themselves

on their long trek across the sky to their home

where the heavens and the earth converge

a place no mortal can arrive

always moving forward getting closer

failing to find safe harbor

facing the vast turbulent seas

some meet their end beneath the deep

some go one almost forever

further than most

forever following the great leviathans

as the gods bestow their praise upon them

envious of those that came before us

we too wish to see the same

 

 

From My Backyard

The light begins to wane

The fog begins to roll

The bird song lessens

The dogs begin to bark

The night begins to wax

Side View Mirror

Seeing the shadows dance along

Bigger than they appear

The scene stretches out

Until the eye can’t reach

The past is gone

Left to memory

 

 

Mountains

Giants never walked the earth

Giants never breathed the air

Giants never ate of the land

Giants never drank the lakes

Giants built the earth

Giants compressed the air

Giants served the land

Giants collected the snow

We are ants

Living on the shoulders

Of giants

Skyward Ocean

A distance past the depth

The reflection is the admiration

The scent is the addiction

A distance past the depth

When the cotton drops

Fall down to grace the surface

The depth will be past the distance

Flipped

Capsized

Floating

Send out a line

Bring yourself back down

Out passed the depth

 

Time and Space

Time mistakes us for caring beings

We are uncaring of time

Space mistakes us for caring beings

We are uncaring of space

Nature mistakes us for caring beings

We are uncaring of nature

Time will destroy us

Space will crush us

Nature will suffocate us

never alone

I am not under the stars

I am one with them

I share the same atoms

I float along with them

I am never alone

 

Invisible Art

Art can be made disappearing

Against all eyes peering

Authors writing in ink not seen

Actors reciting thoughts for the screen

Attendance does not make or break

Attention does not denote celebrity

Admission does not build recognition

Appearing means nothing

Art can be made disappearing

Misty Morning Road

Carrening up the 101

The misty drapes the redwoods

Blocking out the morning sun

We’re on the run

From society

It tried to contain us

We had to be us

In the end

It got us

1:14

I almost forgot

But when I think about you

I always remember

You’re on the tip of my tongue

Then the light goes on

And you’re there

With laughter and sincerity

Life is a commodity

But this life is a rarity

The ever after is the spectacularity

That life begot