Tag: peace

finding nowhere

nowhere seems a good place to go - the sort of place where you could dip your feet in the creek and finally come up for air where the silver underbellies of leaves roll upwards to welcome the rain where the first creature I might … Continue reading finding nowhere



these things have collected me - endless books, unworn shoes, pots I split my self between them - fingers holding open pages, a close eye kept on the pot one day I'll evict them though maybe not quite all - save perhaps a favorite but … Continue reading cluttered

like the lake

like the lake, I am much less talkative than say the creek cantering east, teasing the low-hanging ferns to trembling we lakes embrace rather than chase, swallow whole those stones that settle to long years of mute stillness we are content with the stir and … Continue reading like the lake