Mostly Absolution

Mostly when we speak it's in bursts of attempted absolution

For sins and doubts no longer referenced

Still lingering in distant chambers of memory

Renewing failing humility

Completing its journey from darkness

Remembering the power of two

April 27-28, 2025

From a 2013 visit to a tulip farm. Capturing, savoring and later ..... remembering purple. Thinking that green and purple go together well.

Elevated Grounds

I see and hear you in all these late-night dreams, visions and mirages that always leave me yearning for uninterrupted continuation of soul revival and exploration beyond known beauty and previously existing only in rogue rumors and hopes ..... and even in promises and doubts of the unknown. It was there where I found courage to dare to believe in possibilities and the mathematics of the workings of the universe and in words often thought but feared to express, with the exceptions of confessions to occasional after-hours ghosts and blasphemous shadows. And discovering there, a brokered peace of mind still struggling with verses of acceptance. And there's you in the resurrected foreground rising above seismic layers of past hurt, reimagining the future, reversing aging malignant trends, designing elevated grounds to be wandered and explored in lurking weakness and victorious salvation. 

April 2025

Photo taken in April 2009, at Silver Falls Park, Oregon from a path behind a waterfall, looking out through the curtain of falling water. The cold mist from the waterfall was both chilling and refreshing.

Old Enough

Old enough to remember that day

Where we were in that moment, when we heard .....

Remembering the fear in a teacher's eyes

Aware of the significance but unsure of the meaning

Not knowing the history it would become

A stranger all these years

           Until today

Realizing we were just a few steps apart

Unaware of each other's presence in the world

A disruption of innocence

Did you tremble too?

Did you feel the world shake and change?

Unaware how it would lead to a chance encounter sixty-two years later

The horror of that moment

The ultimate perfection of it all

April 19, 2025

Crossing paths with a stranger. Becoming aware that we were a few steps apart many years ago as one of history's most remembered moments was taking place two thousand miles away.

Why

Why did you intermittently appear

In these waning minutes and seconds

To balance losses

From imperfect resolutions

That saved nothing we could touch

Designing insurmountable barriers

Dividing all but the salvaged assumptions

Whatever minor hope remained

Into strained fractions from fractions

Existing in the space below eternity

Announced in peripheral ringing of scandalous bells

Forcing a constant observance

Of leftover ghosts trapped in enveloping silence

Quietly chanting determined prophecies we feared to confront

Until that final hour

With hopes abandoning dreams

Resilient sorrows clinging to emptied souls

Erasing time in its spent fumes