Follow the Path
Even when the path is
washed over with danger,
Take a bold step
into the unknown,
That the waters might
bleed into your sore feet...
Long before time began,
Waters spilled over these rocks,
Creating an artist's aqueduct...
Day in the Life of a Pier
Darkness flees a sleeping pier,
As the waves ready to meet the day,
Until the sun fades and the credits begin to roll...
Follow the fractyled branches
into the sweeping limbs,
Until you find the heavy
rings of time,
And realize you are long outlived
by Nature's edifice...
Munson Island, Key West
The sailboat disappears, searching for the death of a rubicon,
As we float our livings towards mounds of reeking sargasm,
Surrounded by the immortal film of the sea...
Photo: Fragile System Poem: A Letter to Mr. Musk
When our doctor ends his love song
And all these sirens sit and stare
“If we don’t find green in this basin
There must not be any there”
I can’t hear the logic of these men
When they seek their first steps elsewhere
Trying the moon landing over again
So we all can watch one foot and cheer
If this much attention were brought
To one or each of our steps on Earth
Maybe we could change things
Maybe we could find rebirth
Because it isn't Mars that holds the grass
The mountains and valleys full of it
It isn't Mars with water that will last
So you can all stop searching for it
Watch a waterfall’s flow or listen to the bird’s song
Feel in the tree’s bark for each subtle pause
And then tell me
That we’re a lost cause
Wind Riding, Water Still
Spanish moss rattles through spring air,
Allowing the wind to manifest itself as palpable,
As it rides rays of sunlight over the effulgent bridge...
Coursing over the edge,
Falling down times three,
Grandfather Mountain watches the valley below with a stern visage,
Grandmother Sky opens herself to a new visitor,
Who is intent on listening to the ways of Mother Earth...
Muddy waters jog through a Carolina floodplain,
Giving the trees a place to drop thier shadows,
A symbiotic love for all to enjoy...
Behind the Falls
Chase the promenade around rivers and streams,
Follow its curves down behind the falls; a wonderous sight,
Meant not for me, but for the adventurer's spirit...