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Finding Out
The forecast sighs
Amber and scarlet triangles describe
the island. These winding lanes
2023 in Review: Personal reflections
Once again I closed off last year and started the new one by filling out a year compass booklet. Although the years are arbitrary, I find this time to reflect and reset immensely valuable.
2023 in review: Poisoning the Well
2023 was another year of unnecessary wars and suffering, with Russia and Ukraine rumbling on with no end in sight. Israel responded to a terrorist attack with maximum aggression against civilians, seeking vengeance against an oppressed population. It's hard to focus on the positives when the news seems so relentlessly bleak and when history repeats itself so frequently. Collectively, we never seem to learn the lessons of the past.
Return to Me
Once again, you find yourself barefoot,
toes buried in eroded stone, your steps
hesitant, sinking. You stand at the edge
of your island, listening to my breathing,
the crash and retreat, the regular shingle
sigh, the dance of a million small particles
rearranging themselves in new patterns.
The sun is already setting, elongating
your shadow, making me shimmer gold and
jewel tipped. You breathe in my salt air.
Lost the Path
Perseids
Briefly, over lightly settled night,
tungsten filaments flame out.
Sunk in owl hoots and the scratching
of small claws on terracotta pots,
we feel the planet spin below our feet
so fast there's no chance for dizziness.
Better Now
A flutter of flame consumed leaves
falls onto my crown, drifting embers.
The news was cancelled today
because there was no danger or threat,
no unwanted developments. There were no murders
because we melted down our knives and guns
to build homes, schools and hospitals for everyone.
War is now an archaic word, like famine
or suffering. Climate change was solved years ago
and every person has enough to eat and drink,
has all the resources and support they need
to thrive. Governments erased borders.
Money was always fictional, but now everyone
acknowledges it. Of course, people still die,
but it is never unexpected and always
surrounded by those they love. We know
every human regardless of race, gender, religion
or anything other difference, is a bright candle
that needs to be cradled and we need everyone
combined together to light up the dark.
Sky Sunk
