Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
Our laws We bound by laws of water gravity heat lovers givers of heat to others hereby bestow upon this universe: our grief We poor carbon cousins weak organic bonds a waste of hydrogen, oxygen that lusts to multiply beyond the stars so far How far shall we extend this cruel insanity impose upon those unknown entities that laugh without hydrated hosts fly without the weight of gravity love albeit hot or cold © Kåre Enga [164.99] 07-05-28 IMAGES: Robinson Park on Memorial Day: 4 benches (2 wood, 2 stone); 2 rabbits; 2 doves; 1 cannon (1863) aimed at the bridge that spans the Kaw; some black and yellow bird, an oriole?; a butterfly; a mast without a flag; a brick-brown rock with the names of those who came to settle here in 1854; pine cones beneath my feet; one sprig of lilac; a sense of abandonment; 1st time here this year, probably my last; carved on the bench: Neva + Gary = love 4ever. MORNING THOUGHTS: Water becomes ice becomes water. What a life to be constantly trasformed by sun and cold! Make of me a pond, an ever-changing face at Winter's dawn. The fragrance of honeysuckle lures me to pick it. The sight of three green leaves warns me to leave it alone. Down the tunnel of moist green branches, I'm taken back to Costa Rica. At the end of the 'tropical' path, I pick honeysuckle that is not protected by the poison ivy and put it in my pocket. 0397 |