Random thoughts
Tag: dream
white lines
Chuang Tzu’s Butterfly
Folk Dance
Salutation to the Sun
Upstairs window bottom left
sharp-shinned hawk chasing down a mourning dove.
Cobra. Dog. Mountain.
Forward bend lunge. I photograph animal tracks. Blue shadows. Wingtips pressed into snow. Chaos of dove down and feathers. Some blood.
Does self wear out like muscle and bone? Does it turn white and thin like hair?
…
I used to be afraid of the dark.
window with 10 words [ 2+ ]
WINDOW
we are
ancient
primitive
still
afraid
always hungry
gods everywhere
moderately desperate dreams cleaning up broken glass not quite belonging lost-not-lost between woods tall grass a narrow uphill logging road between blindness-not-blindness able-not-able come morning a raven chased by raucous crows
Orange daylilies
The Marsh
Faint details of dreams
appear years later,
reaching into daylight.
Blue-flag irises.
Red-winged blackbirds
descend on the marsh,
shouldering wildfire tattoos.
Yellow-brown bulrush.
Catch and release. Words
no words. Listen long enough
you will disappear.
Green, feathering pine.
Rising from tangled
alder, birch look like deer drawn
at the river’s edge.
Black mud. Stems reaching.
Wingtip to fingertip.
Bloodroot and worm; all equal
to the insatiable mind.
When it dreamed
When it dreamed us into time and space, did it know we would be lost and have to be found? That circumstances would shape us into something so far from home?
Deja vu when snow
settles on the long needles
of an ancient pine.
Dancing on Frozen Beaver Ponds 