Winter Surf
Joe and I rode down Neil Young’s “empty ocean road” at Matunuck
The boiling, frothing, angry winter sea a gray to match the sky
Joe, fearless, paddled out to where the huge breakers began to roll to foam and spindrift
I stayed closer to shore to catch their second break
The pinhole breaks of my wetsuit instructing caution and practicality.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Friday, December 5, 2008
The Town Beach at Narragansett, Rhode Island
The Town Beach at Narragansett, Rhode Island December 4, 2008
The gray-green sea beckons
Unbridled dreams at sunset
In spindrift and point-break
In the unbounded vastness of sea and sky
In the universal and the singular.
The gray-green sea beckons
Unbridled dreams at sunset
In spindrift and point-break
In the unbounded vastness of sea and sky
In the universal and the singular.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Celestial Accident
Celestial Accident
The crescent moon waxing
suspended in a triangle between Venus and Jupiter
in a transparent-blue sky on the edge of a solstice sunset
appeared dream-like as through the lens of a child's 3-D toy
a celestial accident worth pondering.
The crescent moon waxing
suspended in a triangle between Venus and Jupiter
in a transparent-blue sky on the edge of a solstice sunset
appeared dream-like as through the lens of a child's 3-D toy
a celestial accident worth pondering.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Ecologically Unsound
The wood smoke is so inviting in late October
Blown by a north wind along with spent leaf
It stays close among the hills gone to brown
An affirmation in the direction of the solstice.
Blown by a north wind along with spent leaf
It stays close among the hills gone to brown
An affirmation in the direction of the solstice.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Sixties Dream
Sixties Dream
Those days were the ones of great change
That can be touched, now on briefly
On April afternoons that mark the line between seasons
Bordered by hyacinth, daffodil, crocus, forsythia, lilac and new leaf
A haze lightly touching the distant hills
As much a state of consciousness as reality
The night chill, watching Orion approach oblivion in the west
It is almost possible to feel young again on those days
And know that all is possible.
Those days were the ones of great change
That can be touched, now on briefly
On April afternoons that mark the line between seasons
Bordered by hyacinth, daffodil, crocus, forsythia, lilac and new leaf
A haze lightly touching the distant hills
As much a state of consciousness as reality
The night chill, watching Orion approach oblivion in the west
It is almost possible to feel young again on those days
And know that all is possible.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Olivia's Overlook
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