When You Get Home

IV.

Know contentment:

it is not the same thing as happiness

or ease. 

Part of it is knowing

that you are where you should be. 

When You Get Home

III.

Rest. 

Let the people on the highway rush;

it's their turn. 

(Some people spend their entire lives on the highway.)

When You Get Home

II.
Drowse.
Love and laughter
and noise will come soon.
Now is the in-between time.
Now there is no one else here.

When You Get Home

I.

Open the doors;
rain will come soon.
And warm winds will push hazy notions
like the child changes the course
of a toy boat in a stream.
Breathe deep.

New Albums up on Shutterfly!

While my camera shutter has been busy for several months now, I am now just getting around to uploading some of my pictures to my Shutterfly site.  Up now are two new albums, including some great shots of the sun setting over the sound during my recent trip to the Outer Banks, NC, and some interesting pics that came as the result of an experiment involving my father's stargazing telescope.  Stop by and check them out, and there is still more to come in the following days!
lightthroughleaves.shutterfly.com

The weather is lifting...

and all the crystalline sadnesses,
infinite,
myriad and tiny like snowflakes
burn and lift away.
We are warm and empty.
We are chilly, but we can breathe.

Flasher

Attention, you at the bar:

There is no way forward,

no dialogue from which to jump, 

and nothing at all to learn 

if all you want to do is show us 

your big, throbbing rightness. 

Nobody wants to see that.