mist rising slowly over the rocks - Wickanninnish Beach
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
get away from my window
"The Loneliness of a Tower Crane Driver" ELBOW
Got to get out of TV.
Just pick
a point
and go.
The ticker tape tangles my feet
as I search
for a face
that I know.
Come on
tower crane driver.
There's not so far to go.
I must have been working the ropes
when your hand
slipped from mine.
Now I live off the mirrors and smoke.
It's a joke.
A fix. A lie.
Come on
tower crane driver.
Oh so far to fall.
Send up a prayer in my name.
Just the same. They
say I'm on top of my game.
Gentle gentle love.
Send up a prayer in my name.
this way
LOST David Wagoner
Stand still.
The trees ahead and bushes beside you are not lost.
Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen.
It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.
fiery other shore
I wonder what these trees look like now - are they wearing their white winter robes? Or the tender green undergarments of spring?
diablo reflections
I am returning there soon. I expect a lot less black, and a lot more white, when I shoot this view again.
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