Perspectives

Each of us

views the world

with colored glasses..

the colors come

from a creative

splitting..

or some prefer

a filtering of

light..

When our colors

are matched

outside

we find our kin

when not

the other..

a gorgeous system

from a lighter

perspective...

Layers of Darkness

a perfect

superstorm

it is called..

rare hurricane

tides and arctic cold..

converging

constrictions to life..

anger  and blame

coloring

bitter divisions of 

political discourse..

meeting 2012 expectations

some say..

environmental neglect

say others..

are these dark layers

superficial
life on edge
masking new birth...?

Logwood

returning

to the place..

to remembered beds

and nourishing breakfasts..

home of

 our growing years..

this one nestled

in imponderable

Animas mountains..

these reflections 

of an autumn retreat

 now daily receding
into November bleak..

a white bench
vantage by streamside
afforded absorption of
the stream's flickering lights..
and later reflected
by a ridgeline full moon
decorating the dining..
life friends together
celebration and renewal
of many good years..

a white bench
also gathered reflections
from distant heights
where nighttime chills
painted evergreen and aspen
setting lanterns aglow..
the glow casting shadows
on the valley's red cliffs
those red markers of our
formative days..

a white bench
now gathered the sounds..
an old train's
whistled announcements
evening and morning..
a reminder of time
enclosed in this
valley of stillness
which we were favored
 knowing once more..

a white bench
gathered the guests
from distances afar..
their life glows
and shadows
in conversations revealed..
overlaying past
with present..
 end and beginning..
Logwood
we returned...

Destinations

Much in doing..

all the trip planning

detailed itineraries

of course, maps

without which

we are surely lost..

distances and times

contingency insurance..

What of all this

preparation..?

much effort dedicated

to here and there..

if we could

locate ourselves

on the roads between..

there we find

no places and times..

freedom arrives

ourselves the

destinations...

the strange

pick the strange

the absurd

investigate that

we are advised..

this advice

applied to questions

both of science

and of spirit..

advice for life..?

the strange

seems illusive..

commonplace often

on a returning glance

now most strange..     

the strange

we then assume

must be another

name of creation..

our health and fire

renewed with each

new glance...

A quote by physicist, John Archibald Wheeler:  "In any field, find

the strangest thing and then explore it."

halloween

this day

ending October..

 fun for all

most of all children..

before the day passes

we might take 

a new look at

that adventurous phrase:

trick or treat..

first the treat

says joy and light

but what of the 

trick..?

an opposition of sorts

perhaps the treat's

inseparable shadow..

so even in this

celebration for youth

evening and morning

make their debut...

slumber

a question 

of our time

it seems..

are we in slumber..?

Is this

a failure of 

distinction..

gray boring blends..?

Or..

does our slumber

rest on

stark distinctions

organic explosions

expressed flesh and blood..?

What if..

this frame and wheels

assembled and with

waking motion--

a strong push
this wagon given..

along a path

toward the light...?