Unbound

This world is vaster,

Wider,

Farther,

Than my feet can ever walk,

Than my eyes can ever see.

The world beyond the world

Vaster still.

 

Tastes beyond the breadth of a tongue,

Scents,

Odors,

Smells,

More than all the breaths I can draw,

Dance and tantalize

Beyond every hill,

Every sunset.

 

My skin wraps me,

The outer boundary of my outer self

And there isn’t enough of it to feel

The scratches,

Itches,

Burrs and scrapes,

Caresses and strokes,

Touches,

The eternity of touches

In the eternal world.

 

 

Might as well bail the ocean with a tea cup.

 

 

Draw in the sky through a drinking straw.

 

 

The symphony is vaster than I can hear.

 

Let me taste the honey on my tongue,

See the light of just this dawn,

Smell the rose before my face,

Feel the brush of this night wind,

Hear the waves on this shore.

 

Just this place and just this time.

 

The unbound me,

Eternal me,

Infinite me

Can walk this path

From this place

To this place

To this place.

 

World without end.

Cricket Song

The wind is fierce tonight

And the crickets sing.

 

Out of season

The crickets sing.

 

In the warm days and cool nights

Of an easy, early Spring,

The night lives with cricket song.

 

Winter is not done,

 

Yet.

 

The wind is a harbinger,

A vanguard,

Of fierce and frigid frozen Winter,

Which will ride for a night or two or three or more.

 

Winter isn’t done.

 

Yet.

 

Still the crickets sing.

 

Winter winds will slow them,

Maybe kill them.

 

Still they sing.

 

Cricket song is the herald of Spring.

 

Maybe their songs kill Winter.

 

I don’t know.

Sounds fanciful.

 

However…

 

I hope my life,

When it ends,

Ends with me singing Winter to death.

A Man

There was a man.

 

Bright blue eyes

And a ready smile.

 

“Here’s my hand

Let me help you.”

 

A common man,

A man of the earth,

Digging both hands deep into the soil

Every day.

 

An uncommon man,

A hunter,

Fisherman,

Farmer,

Who worked with uncommon skill

And uncommon heart,

Who fought for provision

And shared with every guest at his door.

 

A rock of a man.

Husband,

Father,

Father of fathers

And mothers.

 

“Here’s my hand,

Let me help you.”

 

A life built,

One step,

One step,

One step,

After another,

Always heading home.

 

Rest.

 

I’ll take it from here.

 

Here’s my hand.

Let me help.

 

There,

Right there,

Was a man.

New Moon

Image

There was a moon in the sky

Before I met you.

I saw it many times.

I even admired it’s beauty a time or two, I’m sure.

 

It’s a different moon now.

 

I look at it,

Shimmering silver,

Holding the inked sky above,

And I know that you’re under that moon,

 

The different moon.

 

Our shared moon.

 

There were stars in the sky

Before you.

 

Stars

And

Evening breezes

And

Waves on a sandy shore

And

Leather couches

And….

 

There was a world

Before you.

 

Dreams

Before you.

 

There was a world before you.

It’s a different world now.

 

An almost exact copy

That suddenly

Includes

 

You.

 

Sometimes,

Something more real,

More true,

More present

Than everything else

Comes to the world

And changes everything,

Pulls everything

Into a new orbit.

 

Suns do that.

 

You’ve done that.

 

Look.

 

See the moon?

Driftwood

Driftwood

Driftwood.

 

I become driftwood.

 

Ocean tossed.

 

Shaped,

Weathered,

Colored,

By forces beyond me,

Forces so vast I only know the faint edges.

 

I saw a horse once.

 

Shaped of driftwood.

Shaped in artistry

To show the essence,

The breath,

The very heart of what a horse is.

Each piece of driftwood fitted together,

Carefully,

Skillfully,

Expressing a thought far beyond

(Far beyond…

Or maybe locked deep inside)

The shape of weathered wood.

 

I’ve been shaped,

Weathered,

Colored,

Seasoned,

By forces vaster than I can know.

Shaped

For a purpose.

Giving life to a thought far beyond

(Or perhaps deep within)

My weathered shape.

 

For that…

 

I’ll be driftwood.

The Waiting Sky

Night sky

A night sky

Full of stars.

An empty field,

Grass and wildflowers,

Ankle high.

Far off trees

Cap the upturned black bowl

Of the night sky.

 

Stand.

Feel the air brush your cheek.

See the stars,

The far lights,

Shining in the charcoal sky.

 

Feel.

That empty sky,

Opening,

Opening,

Endlessly opening,

Forever reaching.

 

Feel

The opening in your center,

The center of your center,

Reaching,

Endlessly reaching.

Stretching,

Aching,

Endlessly reaching.

 

Yearning.

 

Turn.

Let the stars

Wheel around you,

Dance around you.

 

Breathe.

Let the sky

Pulse with every breath.

 

Wait.

 

This is a moment of waiting.

 

An eternal moment.

 

The pause…

 

Before…

 

This is the before.

The edge of the cliff.

The breath before the plunge.

 

Ready?

Deep Down

Ten miles wide,

Two feet deep.

Clear water.

Dark water.

Knee deep,

Stretching endlessly

Endlessly.

 

Ocean wide and puddle deep.

 

Is this the life I want?

 

Not for sipping.

Not for wading.

 

Let me be over my head.

Washed away.

Immersed.

Soaring,

Deep below the surface.

 

Deep

And washed away.

 

Let me find

An ocean

In a puddle.

 

Not for wading.

Life is not knee deep.

 

Let me find the deepest life.