When We Look

Recalling each moment past

is no easier than stopping 

the flow of water whether 

 river, lake or ocean with

trees lining their banks 

  dipping their branches low 

shelters for birds and 

   our memories

Watching clouds in the sky 

 ~ moving vessels of memory 

 golden at sunset 

    or red at sunrise

   clouds of white puffs, 

  storm clouds filled 

    with thunder and lightning

Recalling each yesterday when we look.

“Memory is not frozen it’s very much alive, it moves, it changes.”

~ Louis Malle, film director

(1932~ 1995)

Always in the Middle

Everything went sideways ~ 

that’s what happened one 

yesterday, or maybe more, 

those sideways days ~ just 

cracks in days planned to flow gentle as a summer river 

interrupted by a summer storm. What are sideways things? In the middle: 

dropping a glass container

      that shatters!

or spilling a dish of water 

(the floor needed washing anyway)

or the dreaded hairballs that must be cleaned up1

There are many little everythings like that 

outside the order of the day’s plan. 

Words coloured violent blue assault the air.

’til everything’s righted with brooms, rags and lysol.

“Anything and everything you can think of can turn your life around.”

~ Nik Halik, astronaut, entrepreneur

Celestial Hands of Time

Time slipped 

 minute by minute 

   the only thing visible 

     the sun and the moon 

~ celestial hands of 

true time that watch 

  

    over each day and night.

“My roses are my jewels; 

the sun, moon and stars my clocks; 

fruit and water my fare.”

~ Lady Hester Stanhope 

(1776 ~ 1839)