We found a tear In the fabric of the living. Through it We could feel the breeze of light.
Its warmth seemed genuine enough.
But as much as I flew The light withdrew. With each stroke A little further away.
The masses hurtled by Frantically saving What was left Of tattered wing and tail
Tornadoes grew Borne of those blindfold efforts. Ripping apart the weak Snuffing out the light
single frame- multiple exposure photograph
I know this seems a little dark. I suppose global events are having some affect on me. However, I am not afraid. This time next year, this will be a memory. Perhaps a new paradigm for coming generations….perhaps not. Be safe. Watch the sunrise, sunset, be grateful. Peace to you
At thirteen I stood in a line That wrapped around the block Anticipation was high For the show
Slowly We ambled into the library Its walls Hushed the crowd. Culture had not yet Lost its respect Of quiet spaces
Some fifty feet ahead A light shone overhead To light the delight We all came to see Necks bent To catch a glimpse Before it was our turn To stand before the great exhibition
Finally After much anticipation The joy welling up Like steam from a geyser
There it was A moon rock Encased in glass Gray and dusty Like the contents Of a vacuum bag
Turning to my brother We both looked knowingly Into each other’s eyes And without words said, “That’s it?”
We spent The mandatory 10-15 seconds In front of the dirt Paid our homage Drove home And played Street football
The accomplishment of the moon landing was not lost on us. We knew it to be our greatest achievement as humans. As an adolescent, I guess I was hoping to see a more pragmatic reward for risking and taking human life for such an endeavor. Gold would have done it…..something like that.