bell

you never know when things will disappear

you never know why

today my son came in with his bell in his hand

he loved that bell

he put it in a box

he wrapped the box

he will give it away

i am sad

but what can i say?

you never know when things will disappear

you never know why

longing for a world~

soft enough

it's less a place, more a state of mind

being open to the horizon

inside the midnight pulse of hydrangeas

inside

the midnight pulse of hydrangeas

timelessness resides

all around us spans the forest, larger than anything measurable

inside of this landsape one boy/man dives into a lake

another stands in the rain with his midriff shining

yet another, a boy, goes searching for a ball

lost benath the husky pine

three beats spanning generations

a wilderness of being that knows no bounds

and all time, like light, shimmers, a soft illusion

a beat in time

the whole house beats

like a metronome

throughout history

intimate

darkness and light

inside my story

the river and the hill

this is where i'm from

how could i be any other thing than what i am?