#25

re birth re emergence i see you have taken the form of the rabbits outside and the cormorant outside also seems familiar a goose held my gave a little longer than was comfortable the other day a deer walked on my path a hawk swooped in front of our car i hear the tapping of…

hit by a poem

I was listening to Boards of Canada’s “Reach For The Dead” at work and out of the blue, lyrics. Words forming that wouldn’t quiet down or pass until I had written them down.  Ok, poem. I hear you. today I was  plucked out of the  oppression of time and placed into the void vacuum of space…

we see beyond

i look out and see beyond the horizon i lift my head up to face myself face the world facing with clarity uncompromised   honest about where i’m at  i see now i see me i am not the villian i thought i was and neither is the person before me neither is the landscape…