Celestial Dream

We've broken all kinds of rain records this year. I'm really missing Spring - even the sound of lawn mowers would be wonderful about now. When the sun broke through the tiniest bit yesterday I hurried to the ocean and this is what I saw. To me this photo feels more like a dream than reality.

 

Seeing, in Three Pieces

 

Somehow we must see

through the shimmering cloth

of daily life, its painted,

evasive facings of what to eat,

to wear? Which work

matters? Is a bird more

or less than a man?

 

There have been people

who helped the world. Named

or not named. They weren't interested

in what might matter,

doubled over as they were

with compassion. Laden

branches, bright rivers.

 

When a bulb burns out

we just change it --

it's not the bulb we love;

it's the light.

 

 

~ Kate Knapp ~

 

Wind Somewhere and Shade

 

Done