Break the rim

Sorrow pools,

tears break the rim and,

with them, shadow of knowing

that salty drops rise when it matters-

any thing,

something,

this thing-

and a quarter turn brings

appreciation,

saying

stop

in this place, now-

where old meets new

gently

and slow.

Into day’s light

Stars, warm wind, Morning rises

with purple sky.

Foucault pages rest in my lap yet

song of hummingbird through open window

means infinitely more.

A feeding tree- one plump with fruit and tiniest birds- 

is black silhouette waking

into day’s light.

Nothing so pretty

Sun drapes her sheer cloth across the hillsides,

Mixed flocks, busy in fruiting trees, chirp amicably,

A chill has crept in at night, the woolens brought to bed,

and nothing so pretty as autumn has graced the canyon

in a long time.

Facing sunrise

Memories are being given away,

space no longer for rent to the unwelcome.

A wooden chair with woven seat sits now

facing sunrise.

Closets have been emptied, drawers cleared out

and sold.

Neither vacancy nor void, but place has opened,

safe, dynamic, light and warm.

The river turns here

The river turns here,

around a mountain- one ancient, familiar, not to be forgotten.

From mature, back to youthful, thick water tumbles on

toward old age.

No guessing when, nor how, not even what awaits 

on the other side of the mountain,

but slowing into transition, touching each passing stone,

scoops up now drop by sweet drop,

the flavor of entry into great unknown.

Proper weight of memory

Unsure the proper weight of memory,

this trough I built is full.

The heavy bottomlessness of water sucks under,

especially when it prefers to move.

Sensing an unintended timelessness,

I pull, twist, crack apart worn wood,

watch stasis become

a brook babbling its true and changing song.

Salt, Smoke, and Stone

A word about this site –

Its name has been changed to “Salt, Smoke, and Stone.”

Welcome to all who follow. 

A bit more information can be found on the About page. Course, that may change too . . .

Enjoy the journey ~