It was quiet
Even with all the noise
And people
These few moments
A short walk
A few words
Small talk and laughter
We love this relentless power
When we can
Simply…Simple
Category: Freeverse
So Many Stars
We try beyond our limits
To drown out the stars
Our little lights beaming back messages
Look at our significance!
Stars scurry into hiding
Without fear of self-worth
Without care or interest
But full of curiosity
They ask moon,
Who is this?
Are not our lights
Sufficient for them?
Moon laughs.
“You know, we used to be.
Now, some have never seen our true glory.
And when they do, they are forever changed.
They do not deserve our scorn,
Or pity.
They will be ok.
Give them time,
They are new at this.”
I grew up in the suburbs of LA and have always lived with the veil of human generated light blocking out our wonderful universe and its personal messages. There is much to learn in the places that reveal our true existence. Just by being quiet, watching a shooting star or distant satellite, we learn a little about our reality. The perspective of the totality of our being within this beautiful cosmos should motivate us to a tearful joy.
Celebrate your place in this universe.
Into the Shadows
Fallen from the precipice
Into the gorge of uncertainty
The liquidity of transient existence
Movement beneath my feet
Created by winds of transformation
My personal tornado
Seeking to disrupt
But I am unshaken
Strong still
I tell myself
When consciousness bathes me
Its relentless liquidity
Filling every pore.
Never.
Never was I at the precipice
There is no precipice
And these shadows
These new friends
Flow like a gentle spring
Offering shade and rest
Moving toward me
A place I have been
Since birth
A Little Butterfly
In front of me
A tiny butterfly
So precious
Delicate
So little!
Behind me
A rising moon
A star we call the sun
A universe
With hundreds
Of billions
Of galaxies
Such a beautiful
Little butterfly
Butterfly pic is a single exposure, Lensbaby photograph.
https://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/hubble/multimedia/index.html
Curved
From a distance
We were just specks
Meaningless
“No account”
Quiet
From where they stood.
Perspective
Is a strange partner
It’s message moving one
Into dissonance
Our rhythm
The organized explosion
Exact
Trained
From untold centuries
A single tip of the wing
Moving the entirety
Blustered wind
Roared past our feathered ear
Thunder
Created by the masses
It’s all a choreographed dance
And we are perfect
At its execution
Sheer numbers call to predators
And all other inhabitants
“We are here, we are many
And tonight,
This is where we will sleep”
In 2011 I started making multiple exposure impressions that included the dreaded European Starling. They are hated because they are not indigenous and displace other songbirds. But to watch a murmuration is to witness nature at its finest. There is just nothing else like it.
