I am thinking
about the lost things.
About the shadows
the dappled light.
About overgrown temples
and shattered statues
and stolen jewels.
About the depths
of where we came from.
About the heights
of where we might go.
Here are some facts. Today I am angry. I share this sentiment with many around the world. It is not a new anger. It has been festering for a long time.
Here is another fact. Today the United States has elected someone who believes climate change cannot exist because if it does it will negatively impact businesses.
Summer at the lake is rippled quiet.
Most encounters with wildlife are undramatic. Continue reading “In the Undergrowth”
I am learning to look down as well as up lately.
so maybe the only thing
separating loving and living
is an oh of amazement – the
breathless sound the sky makes
when falling the final gradient
from dusk to twilight and back
again, the way your eyes keep
searching for stars only an
evenmist away, how your fingertips
keep feeling for worlds closeted
within atoms, and maybe
that difference really isn’t as
much as we always thought,
like how your breath can be a
song and a song can be a kiss
from the universe saying you are
here you are here you are here
over and over in seven quintillion
This is a chestnut-headed bee-eater I spotted flying over a field in Valparai earlier this summer. I’ve always loved bee-eaters – almost as much as I love kingfishers, actually. The first time I saw one – a blue-throated bee-eater in my condo – I actually could not stop smiling for a solid half-hour afterwards. There’s a sort of exuberance they inspire, the way they swoop and dance over the sky, their quick rests on the bare branches, their confident grace. They’re also pretty damned beautiful, no matter which way you cut it, and the sight of their bright colors darting across the blue is enough to make anyone convert.
On some weeks I’m going to be reposting old photographs and posts. This one is from nearly a year ago, and I thought deserved a fresh glance.