Archive for July, 2013

SEEING AND BELIEVING

July 5, 2013

Old Man Heron (or Great Blue in Mating Season) 013 (768x1024) (2)What would you think…

if across the water you beheld

this hunched and bearded one,

his eye half-closed

just standing

merely standing in the drizzling rain?

Don’t answer –

you who know your birds;

I do not want your disillusioning reply.

My appeal is to the child (or childlike one)

whose early belief is still quite close at hand.

Perhaps you see an old man – as I do –

gifted with the ability to change his form.

I see his cabin deep within a woodland

a haven for all creatures who need shelter

and a healing hand.

He also has the gift of visibility –

and so he may appear,

yet fade from sight and leave you wondering

if what you saw was real.

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SMALL CREATURES

July 2, 2013

Chameleon in All It's Glory 024 (1024x554) (2)Sometimes –

the world is too much with me:

I find myself riding waves

produced by questionable sources.

Things happen this way:

no blame, no shame.

A moment of distracted weariness,

and the current catches me.

I am caught frequently of late,

yet  as I  drift from this to that –

small creatures appear

and beckon me to stillness.

Bright green chameleon winks at me

as I emerge from some ordeal.

He seems aware of his affect,

and as I click,

displays his eagerness to be admired.

Devil's Walking Stick (Hitching A Ride) 028 (1024x768) (2)A Devil’s Walking Stick

compels me to

“Pull over please.”

Tiny, yet imposing,

he  is not to be ignored.

The hot moist air

caresses me as I click.

Oh Hermit Crab…

Your solitary splendor draws my eye

Hermit Crab on Log (The Tide is Rising) 007 (1024x736) (3)as I walk the dogs in the Inner Harbor Park.

Pulled forward by my canine darlings,

I am yearning

for the still small point of the dance.

Finding you

is a little bit of Heaven…

A reason to assert myself…

The dogs stand still.

Oh bliss…

to lean against the railing of the pier

absorbed by beauty;

to witness change as the water rises;

see you calmly holding firm

no matter what.

School of Minnows (A Few are Blue) 040 (1024x543) (2)An early morning appointment

has me rushing again,

yet I pause for a walk

in a waterside park close to home.

Fortunate me

discovers a school of minnows swimming

just beneath the surface of the water.

They catch the light in charming ways

and lead me a merry chase.

As I aim my camera

and dash to aim again,

the dogs are confused…

entangled in their leashes.

Yet I must follow the stream

of luminous motion

to reach the still small point of the dance.