looking across a timescape we see into a distant past where great lumbering creatures walked a beach after they died (huge piles of rotting meat) bones were revealed (sand washed in) covered deep for eons minerals leached in replacing calcium (bones became stone) covering sand became stone (long millions of years) and buried deep the bones volcanoes erupted spewing ash which became thick silent layers ice ages came and went continents drifted while land rose and subsided looking across a timescape we see into a distant past
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Morning Dream
Morning Dream
when this
sad mess
is over,
we’ll be
singing,
dancing
in the
sunlight
all day long.
dreaming
can be
such a
precious
moment,
even when
the dream
has it
all wrong
life isn’t
just a
child’s party,
sometimes
we work
through an
awful mess.
we’ll try our
best though,
we can
make it
better,
at least
we’ll try,
and do it
more or less
cloudy days
come sometimes
and they
cool us,
overheated
as we
sometimes are,
we can
dream it big
and maybe
one day,
we’ll dream
of home
from some quite
distant star
Frozen Path
Frozen Path
a frozen path,
a winter way
winds up
the hill,
through ice
and snow,
there are
those days
when we
don’t want
to go
small birds,
with their
fantastic songs
are months away,
we’d like to
hear them,
but our ears
are frozen
a frozen path,
a winter way
winds up
the hill,
through ice
and snow,
there are
those days
when we
don’t want
to go
our hearts
want springtime,
winter
we’ve seen
before,
we’d banish cold
(please take us
back to
springtime)
a frozen path,
a winter way
winds up
the hill,
through ice
and snow,
there are
those days
when we
don’t want
to go
Clouds Over Kalamalka
Dramatic skies,
I can enjoy
so much.
A constant
light show,
as we watch
storms blow up
the lake.
Beautiful clouds
inspire passion.
Amazing things
to see.
I cannot say
I’m always right.
There are
so many things
to learn.
I cannot
touch her,
as she is
not mine.
These days
get longer.
Spring must
be here soon.
Winter Sunset
From our window,
we might watch
the world.
Weather blows up
from the south.
We see
it coming.
It is not
surprising.
The sun rises,
a beautiful thing,
in the east
and cruises past,
low in the
winter sky
until sunset.
We know
its metaphor.
Through Mountain Passes
Through Mountain Passes
Climbing through
mountain passes,
watching snowfall
on passing peaks.
Icy storms in
inaccessible places.
So near but
far enough away.
Even in good weather,
our senses tell us,
though climbing monkeys,
that challenge
is too great
for all we’d gain.
Another day,
another place,
we watch
for dinosaurs
and still more
recent dangers.
Time carves
huge gullies
in a sandstone
panorama.
So many
creatures died,
surprised
by drowning.
Panicked thrashing,
desperate last gasps,
acceptance
and surrender.
Another day,
another place,
we find their
massive bones.
Displayed as if
so recent,
but those bones
had turned
to stone,
they can not
whistle, stamp
or roar.
Those days
are past.
We are the
roaring
monsters now,
destroying
careless of
the world
we’ll leave
behind.
Climbing through
time’s passing,
watching the
world burn
like a barbeque.
We wonder
why we
let it be,
as snow falls
on the passing
peaks,
as it has
for oh-so-long.
We wonder
how much longer
it will be:
snow falling
silently
around us.
Dusty Desert Edges
Dusty Desert Edges
Such feeble creatures
with grandiose
delusions!
Beyond dusty
desert edges,
sometimes opportunities.
Not counting
deferred costs,
it seems
there may be
profits.
Think of
the children,
victims of old
crimes against nature,
so many messes,
grim inheritance,
for them
to clean up.
We have seen
plague and pestilence,
disasters.
And we may be another.
We do persist,
covering the planet,
like some
fast growing
slime mold, growing,
out of control,
until all food
is gone,
and we run out
of space and time.
Wonder
How can we help but wonder
how we got such egos,
how such misplaced
admiration
ever got so far.
We fall into holes
of our own digging
and
dig deeper.
Ugly, clever
monkeys,
we run our
dubious enterprises
with leaders
known to
be foolish
or evil,
and then
congratulate
ourselves for
our wisdom.
How can we help but wonder
how we got such egos,
how such misplaced
admiration
ever got so far.
Broad View
Summer brings beauty,
green tones
like a special heaven.
Afternoon heat
bakes tired eyes.
Its easy
to forget.
Breathe. Breathe.
Doze only
in safety.
Predatory creatures
may appear.
Some of them
could be human…
Treetops provide
refuge
from predators.
When time
becomes non-linear,
a secret story
can not be told.
Two wide photographs
make a panoramic scene.
Houses on a hillside,
hundreds of years after
el Greco’s Toledo.
The way we live,
these days.
Separated by fences,
each in our own
private space.
Summer brings beauty,
green tones
like a special heaven.
Black and White Edge of Someplace
Black and White Edge of Someplace
Here is the black
and white
edge of someplace,
so bleak it is!
So hard to describe.
The snow came
white and
sucked up
all the colour.
Falling in bunches,
as we watched
it come.
There is
the black and white
edge of human,
lies and cheats
and cruelty besides.
Look how
we treat
the poor and weak
ones, those
who need our help.
What are we then?