Tag: choices

Rungs

It’s hard to be sure if you’re climbing. You know, really going somewhere. As opposed to just milling about as if you were at a cocktail party. Who can say in what direction you’re actually moving? Could be sideways, or some off-the-charts geometric angle….

One Road

Once you have traveled in the four directions and along the main thoroughfare, and spent a great deal of time on the back roads, putting one foot in front of the other until you reach a measure of satisfaction, then you might find a…

Today We Leave The City

Pigeons pecking at the curb, ivy scrambling up the wall.  Architecture of the bag lady sipping black coffee from a paper cup in the bus station. The horizon blushes, rubs rouge on its cheeks.  We move past the graffiti, the dumpsters, we move through…

Ladders

It’s hard to be sure if you’re climbing. You know, really going somewhere. Or are you just milling about as if you were at a cocktail party. Who can say in what direction you’re really moving? Could be sideways, or some off-the-charts geometric angle….

Safe Harbor

Down on my knees cutting kindling in the cold still air, I don’t just think I’m the luckiest man who ever passed this way – I know I am. It doesn’t matter where, or when, you live.  It only matters that your heart stays…

Privileged

My eyes are always pulling me into the visible, constantly bringing me back to the exterior. And there are these lines drawn in my mind, lines that divide, names that label. There are clocks and calendars and maps and guidelines and rules and laws,…

Let Me Not Wait

Let me tell you now how much I will miss you. Let me not spend another moment alive on this earth with words unspoken. Let me not wait until you are gone, as I’ve waited with so many now lost, and narrowed my eyes…

On This Umbilical Earth

Gratitude and I had an argument, then went walking together, that morning when I felt a kinship with those turtles sunning themselves on a log. The wisdom of not being industrious truly belongs to them, but I picked up a strand of it as…

These Rising Rivers

My heart moves so fast that it almost has me scrambling after it.  But no, we are connected – it can only run so far before it’s left with no choice but to wait for me, jerked to a halt, a dog reaching the…

Ceramics

You never know when you might see yourself in the mirror – not glance, not look, but see – and what once seemed solid appears translucent.  What once looked like perfect strength, by common definition, now strikes you as fragile. The cup you are…

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