Surge

The truest question
starves for an answer
caught in the current
faster and faster
Infinity holds
it tightly bound
in the hope
that is never found
For the truest answer
need not be stated
and the very utterance
is utterly hated
Its breath, its life,
its point vierge
is to existence
a terrible surge.

Portal
What say you
from out there?
Disconnected yet
not so unfamiliar
is there a thread
between us still
a slender doorway
of light we fill
Let's tarry some
and strike the wedge
so that we might
not lose our edge

Endless

The end is near
and the beginning too
There's a place, a point
where the crossing is two
I walk a path steady
though I ply my speed
In arrogant rebellion
I don't take heed
One can dig heel
or race on ahead
But how to avoid
that which is wed?
Can the soul flee the body
before the time's true?
The old become young?
Worn become new?
The path is the life
not the shell that contains
Water is endless
the glass just remains
Each river flowing
never the same
Step in it twice
each time a new name

Just one of a 52-pic series taken last night.

We all tread water
for a time
and then some of us
drown
...find land
......tread more
The drowners panic
reach out and grab
they might be
your boss
...your nephew
......your lover
water is life
Life forces our growth
Drowning doesn't mean death
But it makes us panic.

This

Shine for me
Be my light
Enter day
Be gone the night
Tear the veil
Part this curtain
Let me see
What is for certain
Is nothing then?
Not even thee?
Spare me this
Dichotomy
(7/6/09)

Oiled an old (first) sculpture from 2000...quite a difference. Had I known then what I know now...

The Call

There’s no one else
But you for someone
Standing at the edge
Like the sun
A tether
In her emptiness
The lifeline
To his happiness
All that stands
Against the end
To something
You’re its only friend.
A god by any other name
Is you to someone, something
When you look up
Look down, remembering
That what you wish
For your own succor
Is another’s cry
Outside the door
An animal’s need
To be taken in
An insect’s last chance
Before you step on him
To every thing
Its own has worth
Each mind given
Of its birth
You and I
God to the other
When we serve the lowest
We’re worth the bother