January 20, 2017, 11:59 EST

I stare at this ocean,
Waves, currents, and tides,
And try to divine its actions,
Waves, currents and tides.

caught

caught at the interface
of natural
and man made
blown in
by the wind
caught by deck
made of wood
sawdust and resin
held together
by steel
mined, refined, and milled
built as designed
upon the earth
beneath the sky
landscaped
with living trees
dropping their leaves
as the hemisphere
tilts away from the sun.
this is the border
between nature
and artifact

The First Token of Winter

On Thursday the longest frost-free season in history ended and we woke up to about 3 inches of snow on the ground.  Winter weather has finally come to Great Basin.

I have begun to wear a sweater and heavy socks at home and a coat outdoors.  I can't say that I am completely happy about winter coming, but I can say I accept it, and that I look forward to watching the snow falling in the yard.

Feeding the birds takes on more importance now as the abundance of seeds gets buried in the snow.  I feel needed (though I am sure they will survive without me).

And I have bought a snowblower to advance my fight against the forces of nature...

the open hand

the open hand,
released,
let go,
unburdened,
emptied...

x4...

1

The world is complex,
as am I
pretending to be simple.

2

I do not try too hard
to fit into another's shoes.
My own fit me comfortably.

3

My thoughts
are smaller
than sound bites.

4

And now
my hands
are empty.

Hiding

I am hiding
from reality...
I am really good
at hiding.

I am good
at pretending too.

a poem

a poem
is simply words
strung on a single
thought

perhaps
everything
is poetry