Even a rattlesnake knows when to retreat— half-a-dozen quick hide-a-ways at his mental fingertips. Who wants to know the latest detail of the same old news, only to recognize ourselves in Chekhov’s mirror? Soap opera or box, all the bad actors stage left and right look like possums in the headlights. Weary-washed with waves of news, a man could drown and sink to the bottom— but even a rattlesnake knows how to swim.
Some come quickly now, a phrase to trigger more coiled upon the ground while others hibernate for days, for weeks and months, as if they might be dead without the touch of rain— that hard and brittle mindset to survive like deep-rooted filaree with all its colors, with all its seed waiting for a kiss. I know no other way to pen prosody.
Posted in Poems 2021, Ranch Journal
Tagged congruency, creative process, earth, evolution, filaree, inspiration, nature, wild, writing poetry
Small promise in the dawn’s empty clouds, more spiritual than stormy or wet, forecast moisture shrinks the closer we get to one more year of praying through a drought— another season of small marvels and miracles where epiphanies and wonders rise from this thirsty earth before our eyes to ease each day’s concerns for survival. We are so blessed with these wild diversions from ample grass and fat cattle that we begin to think that dry is normal and greet the New Year with resolution.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2021
Tagged Drought, epiphanies, marvels, miracles, New Year, resolution, wild diversions
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