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.


At a distance of just 160 000 light-years, the Large Magellanic Cloud (LMC) is one of the Milky Way’s closest companions. (Courtesy of NASA’s Hubble)
https://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/hubble/multimedia/index.html

Changed

Traffic billows
Clouds of disagreement
Heat rising from its midnight
Fumaroles to be embraced
While slowly killing us

This short journey quickly ends
Beyond the bounds
Of the enchanted forest
Where I will be changed again
To a time when everything was wonder

The door slams
Feet hit the pavement
And time begins to slow
A swirl of life
Circles about my head

Men and women in spandex
Bicycle to conquer
Run to escape and to find
Newer selves
Changed in heaving breaths
Pushing out the old self

Beyond the fumaroles
Lies the path
That will swallow me whole
And without a sound
Will make me a child again

When I started making photographs, I rediscovered the child in me. Easily impressed with life forms….like the simple guppy. A few days ago I witnessed a hummingbird courting his mate. He flew high and hovered, then swooshed down. During his upturn, his tail feathers made a “chirp” sound. A physical manifestation created at almost 9G’s of force. The forest is full of stories like that.

Across the Lake

These laws these laws
Physics and integrated biology

Our bodies
A mass of intelligent proteins
“I will be an arm” says one
“I will be an eye” says another

These laws, these laws
Physics and integrated biology

Discerning the atmospheres
First, our light airy cosmos
Little is the effect of gravity
‘Til water marries us up – it is inescapable

Why must I be a bonded slave
To the one?
Not to move quietly
Through the other.

We close our eyes
Through imagination’s window
We become fully capable
Traversing these laws
And cross to the other side

What will we “see”?

Originally, I started to write an informative photography tutorial entry, but became too bored with the subject. Maybe another time. Apparently, I am too easily distracted.

See the Wind

Carry the words
Of innumerable souls
Across the valley
Onto the mountain tops

The plankton
Of solid terrain

Move across my face
Its creases
Your intimate friend

I know you love me
Your cool hands
Penetrate my coat
And cover me
With stories
From other lands

Simplicity

Walking away from expectations
Into nature’s wooded balm
She holds me up, without grip
Tells me to stop a moment
And listen

Symphonic voices
Call my name
From within places unseen
Songs of joy
Reminding me
Of the splendors I’ve missed that day

I send a whistle
And all songs are silenced
There, just beyond the thicket
A choral member
Jumps to within view
Then another.

Eyes meet briefly
The chorus resumes
And I become a believer
The song of a single bird
Is more worthy
Than a room full of gold

Ordered Chaos

I might be too old to write about the birds and the bees. That’s alright. I went ahead and added some music and video just to confirm what I already knew. It’s the little things that make life interesting. I wrote a poem for this project, forgot about it, then wrote another one with a slightly different perspective. They’re both here:

“Ordered Chaos”

We are obsessively enslaved
To our own sense of place and order
Every room has a function
Every place, a purpose

Rarely do we consider
The genius of nature’s chaos

Song sparrows
Sing for a mate
And in the same spot
A rabbit is torn
Limb from limb
To feed a coyote

In that same spot
Sweet pea feeds a hungry bee
In symbiotic friendship

Grass dies quickly
Tree claims victory,
Sleeps during the cold months
And again fights
Grass’ resurrection in the spring

We see disorder
Because we are blind
To what real order can be
We are disruptions to harmony

Listen to the song
Join the chorus

Birds called to me
Singing songs of lifted joy
“You must have seen her!
This path
Of long lost journeys.

Her beautiful legs
Now brightly adorned
In skirted magic
All aglow in purple
And yellow
Brighter than the sun.

Even the bees
Can’t escape
Her seductive sweetness
Drawn to her
Unknowingly,
Hopelessly hypnotized.

Have you ever seen
Such full, thick trim?
Stroked
By gentle breezes
Braided
By fiddle-necks and mustard

Everything
Is drawn to her now.
Everything
Even you.
You have no answer for it
Neither have you the will
To fight away
Her calling”

The Video:

Ordered Chaos from Mark Wade on Vimeo.



She Said

In the beginning act of the movie “The Princess Bride”, whenever Wesley says “as you wish”, Buttercup begins to understand that what he means is “I love you”. This works so well (imo) because it is a truth played out in life. The pursuit of a mate has not changed much over time. In a society where we choose our mates, we typically take it cautiously, looking for signs of reciprocation before being “completely” honest. It just saves a lot of awkwardness.
Or was that just me?
My mother tells me the story of how my grandmother was essentially “kidnapped” into marrying, at the hands of a powerful man in her South American country. Grandmother eventually fled to this country with her children. My mom was sixteen years old at that time. It’s from her that I own a significant amount of Inca heritage in my DNA.
For this song, I thought back to the early part of a budding friendship that ultimately became a marriage. We both went slow and weren’t actually “looking”. But there is a point when you know something is forming that is stronger than your resistance. You can give in to it, or you can fight it.
This song is inspired from the specific moment when we first kissed and embraced. We were standing on Del Amo Boulevard by her ’66 Mustang. I told her “I like you. A lot. Don’t leave.” Everything goes in slow motion when you open up. A thousand fears race through your head, but you’re done with pretending something isn’t there. A short, silent eternity passed “waiting” for one another to make the first move and in the end, it was mutual, and very passionate.
Undoubtedly, that was a romantic encounter. But as I wrote last month for Valentine’s Day, romance within the context of practicing love takes on more powerful meaning as time goes by. (I may have not stated all of that, but that’s what I meant)
That young love has long gone away and made way for the practiced type that requires more than words and kisses. This song includes both of those thoughts and wishes.

She Said

I will never leave you 
And I’ll love you forever
I will never leave you 
And I’ll love you forever

If we have lunch together
It don’t mean nuthin’
Don’t mean a thing
You don’t need to call me
And we’ll just split the bill 

I will never leave you 
And I’ll love you forever
I will never leave you 
And I’ll love you forever

Tell me ’bout the books you read
Though I’m not, much of a reader
Just want to hear your voice
To imagine the places you go

I will never leave you 
And I’ll love you forever
I will never leave you 
And I’ll love you forever

Can I walk you to your car
And tell you how much I really like you
If I kiss you on the street
Will you run away from me

She said
Never say never
And forever is a long time
She said
Never say never
And forever is a long time
She said

Hear it here:

She Said – from Mark Wade on Vimeo.


Photograph “A Pair” – Two phoebe during spring rituals.