I wrote your name on an envelope
That closed and sealed with my mark
Long, long, short, two dots and two curves
A stamp that became postmarked.
I wondered there how long it would take
To find its way into your hands,
Would it arrive bent, curled?
Stained from a leak in a roller?
I wondered how high it would fly
Inside the bowels of an airplane
How cold those bowels would become
In spite the warmth so inscribed.
I hoped my meaning would be understood,
That my script legible,
And that each word that you would read
Would be read just as I had spoke.
And most of all, I wondered if
The return address would be saved,
So that your unique letter
Would be sealed
With a stamp that became postmarked.
Glowing (day 3051)
Glowing
I walked my steps into my future kingdom
Faltering not
Ellipsing my vision
Like a great Bald Eagle
Narrowing its vision
Through a gust of wind
Whence brought him here.
Ode to a Snow Bird (day 3050)
For you, little snow bird
Wings and flight so white
I watch you fly amidst your flock
So jagged yet so spry
May your Winter be met with warmth
A nest so tenderly Laid
To find your spring so enchanting
As life begins again.
Wander To Withdraw (day 3049)
I wandered here as if lost
One eye on the path
The other asking my Gods
What makes a Man a Man.
I saw sunlight between the boughs
I saw spiders in their webs
I saw the great Fir’s bark
So cavernous and traversed.
I felt deep inside my heart
The partridge that took flight;
So close and thunderous,
So quickly she was off.
I saw the dam the busy Beaver built
Saw his second one too
Which made me feel like an invader
A secret nest so wild.
Then I turned at a landmark
Headed towards where I knew
And back to my familiar trail
To home I then withdrew.
Shoulder Right and Shoulder Left (day 3048)
My arrow has found its definite dream
Betwixt shoulder left and shoulder right
A smile so big I knew at once
I could hide in here for more
I knew the depth had only dipped
Into still, shallow shores
So much more I felt I knew
I read it in the stars
That filled my eyes and led my arrow
Around the world and more
And back again to build a home
With a back like yours in toil
And a love that kept us up at night
Your left shoulder to my right.
Driving (day 3047)
Dashboard
Low hum
Blinkers and roadsigns
Calling Home (day 3046)
I wrote a letter calling home
From 2000 kilometers away
Wishing all that read out loud
A happy day as well.
For I was writing from a home
I’d found out on the road
With a companion I knew by name
She smiled at me knowing so.
She wished me a goodnight each night
Just as I shared with her the stars
That made our night sky so bright.
I wrote home telling them all there
I wouldn’t be home as I’d said,
For I was lost into her arms
Just as I’d hoped I would.
But not to worry about me more
I’d be along in due time
For many plans still waited for me
Many tools still called my name,
Many hours at what I yearned to do
Would soon be my willing hand.
On A Horse (day 3045)
From there I watched her on her horse
(I watched her trot around)
So deeply connected I knew I saw
Trust understanding more.
It was an outcrop
In the mountainside;
A landscape so proud,
So rocky and full of trees
That made each step a wonder of
Landscape yet unseen.
My eager eyes
That watched her go
They called after her then,
For one day we dreamed would be
The day she’d come to me.
Through the trees
She came and went
Beyond and within my sight,
Until, sweat upon her mane,
She rested at a pond
That croaked and chirped and gurgled too
Just as night’s crickets do,
And then at once
Off she went
A horse and she who knew.
Unattended Campsite (day 3044)
Knock knock
Slowly explore
Found an empty flat site
Weight of the World (day 3043)
How do you manage the weight of the world
When the weight of the world is too much?
When the birds are all sent to the sky, flying
By the dinosaur bones floating through the air?
How do the trees that lived for ten thousand years
Live for thirty years rotting in a house?
How does a landscape dug up, bulldozed around,
Erected with skyscrapers of metal and glass
Placed on the land held sacred for generations
Now become meaningless and void?
Perhaps it’s become a subject of cultural appropriation
Us humans and that of the Gods,
Powerful mother Gaia and her wiles and subtlety
And a grandiose sense of reality.