You follow the earth’s waves, accessing the land deeply
Ten thousand feet, the elevation of two Denver’s
you breathe, walk steady, one foot in front of the other
you are patient and rest often in the thin air, for
you are in the company of a summit otherworldly
Drawn to the next event exploring cane fields and beach towns, a simple flower calls you in, elegant, persuasive to the eye and you think, how does life begin?
you don’t know it’s name or species and you feel no urge to categorize, for
now you intimately know the color of a cardinal or a rose
Twisted barbed wire calls your attention, as it always does
like churches and cemeteries and antiquated worn-out things
it speaks of oppression and poverty, and “keep out” and it sticks
to your clothes like thoughts in your mind and
you must pull loose those hang-on thoughts delicately
untangle the fabric, to be set free
You are on an island, surrounded by living waters
a gift in its vastness where turtle and sea urchin and whale collide
where tiny crabs scuttle over black lava rock where
dreamy-eyed children splash in tide pools and
again, you ask yourself, is this where life began?
You continue down the beach, and watch the unfurling
you apply no effort as the world continues to roll in at your feet
There is no ground, there is only the unfurling, moment after moment
You see a dog, and a man. You know there is a story peering out
behind the dog’s eyes, a complicated craggy story perhaps of a master
trying to walk upright, a damaged friend by his side, and you wonder…
does he feel the way the wind whirls about…is his heart broken today?
did he find a burrito and cup of coffee for breakfast?
You walk on, this is all you can do…and wonder what lies behind and beyond the next open window, how deep the marrow?
Whose fingerprints? Whose underwater voices?
0 thoughts on “Thin Air”
Great imagery… ah. love, Mike
Your words and images unclenched a corner of my heart today. Thank you Monica.
Thank you for tuning in…loves to you, Mike.
Your presence in my life means a lot, Kay. Thank you back!
Hauntingly beautiful…love this!
What a beautiful rendition of Haleakala! In my memory and photos it's pretty much lava black and grey.
Photography is my passion, and I'm on the learning curve with Lghtroom where you can turn photos into fine art. Very fun!
Thank you, Annette.