i came into this world
on a cold winter night,
kicking and screaming
and already guilty
of a crime so heinous
that eternal torture
was deemed to be
the only appropriate
punishment for me.
then, the doctor spanked
my bottom and cut off
part of my tender penis.
from there, things got crazy…
–photo of me
the heron stalks ponds that are scummy
for the muculent prey there are yummy–
whether slimy green frogs
or the glazed polywogs,
he loves how they tickle his tummy.
–photo by me
the golden hour–
that lull between the day’s end
and the night’s trouble
–photo by son aaron
did you know
that sandhill cranes are
as tall as
a small car?
seen up close or from afar,
they look so bizarre!
–photo by me
nine ducks in a row
like shooting them at the fair
pictures are the prize
–photo by me
i am a priest in the temple of the forest;
i go there now, seeking refuge from a busy world.
the path soon fades away to soft grass and golden needles.
the pines are a living, breathing sanctuary, awaiting me.
i have reached the inner sanctum.
here, great pillars reach far into the sky,
opening a portal between heaven and earth.
–photo by me
–photos by me
you’ve been gone so long–
yet with me each day,
and i know it’s wrong
to keep you this way,
but letting you go
so we can move on?
i don’t want to know
that you’re truly gone.
–photo enhanced by ai
hell’s gates stand ajar–
is the devil coming up
or just blowing smoke?
–photo by me
michaeljordahl 