her name-
for ramparts fold
no matter
time or mortar
an open portal
guilt, I can hold
regret, I can hold
but absence
has no answer
no comfort
no quarter
I suppose
until that end.
I pray she is at that door
for one more, conversation.
it is love that holds it all together people… so much else melts away when you embrace that… the trick is staying in the room, and I have surely not mastered that, even after all these years… but the goal is a good one to go for…
as I know- (although this seems magical)
moonlight comes from the sun
hiding in the night
foreshadowed in your eyes
I could gaze there forever
and in that embraced moment
find sudden eternity
if only for a time,
my love.
the things we know, the things we assume… we all know so little even advanced in years and drenched with experiences, we are all but babes in the sun of one of an untold amount of stars.
the condition
showing up
for much the same
no, for much the same
exactly, I say
well, nearly so
the surprises are…
mundane
and germane
in the same vein as, well
but find the joy
in a simple sky
a sliver of sun
a crescent moon
against the blue
or any such clue
as to the wonder
that still
and always
is there
to view
(if only but to open your eyes)
sometimes the simplest forms work little miracles… if you let them.
I can tell you some things, there is many beautiful places in this world, some are obvious, some are more obscure, most are in the eye of the observer, some are right under your nose… but… to find myself here, waking up each morning for a week, and this is my view… 200 feet up from the Chesapeake Bay, the western shores in Calvert County, Maryland… sigh… tomorrow I return to “normal” life… but in my mind, I have this time, I have these photos, videos and memories… I wish, like a red bull, it was something I could swill from a bottle, this escape, this moment, I try and supplement them with the local wonders in New Jersey (and there are plenty … but…)… I am grateful to have these times… for over 15 years now I have been coming here…
once a year, I come to this place, indulge me for a moment… I rent a log cabin built over 100 years ago (by hand), a family lived in it and raised a couple generations here, they all moved away but rent the place out, now… this was before Air BNB was a thing… yes, there was rentals of people’s homes before Air BNB… this place, it has all the baubles left in place, except photos… so it.. sort of makes you feel a part of it… child hood projects, photos of the house and town… a log cabin, in a private community started by scientists (literally) almost 100 years ago… perched on the cliffs overlooking the Chesapeake Bay… glory, if I may say… and even though I have been coming here 15 or so years.. there is a night sky like this… now tell me, is this not magical? (locale: Scientist Cliffs, MD)
give me a thousand lines-
of code
to find a comma
out of place,
give me a woman
a smile, a kiss
and I will find
I lost my place
Shades of My Garden 