ghoulish forms
rise from the swamp
at dusk
on halloween,
and they are not
alive nor dead–
but somewhere
in between.
they blindly grasp
at living things
to be
absorbed into,
and hopefully,
those living things
will not be
me or you.
–photo by me
–Photos by me
sometimes, in this world,
i feel like i’m just going
around in circles
–photo by me
–photos by me
born into a world
of ‘others’
we may not all see
eye to eye
but as we were taught by
our mothers
we can get along
if we try
–photo by me
after a long walk,
my legs hurt, but it’s not bad–
in fact, it hurts good.
sore muscles serve to remind
us that we’re still in the game.
–photo by me
trees wear fatigues
in the summer
and colorful robes
in the fall,
and then, in the
cold grip of winter,
they tend to wear
nothing at all
–photo by me
–photos by me
generous trees are
dropping their golden coins to
enrich the soil
–photo by me
stargazing is like a drug to me;
ever since i peered through my neighbor’s
telescope as a young boy, i was hooked.
the way the brilliant stars of the pleiades
suddenly came into crystal clear focus
did something permanent to my brain,
and i keep looking for that same high,
but it’s never as good as the first time.
when i’m out there, lost in the stars,
nothing else matters but the bliss.
when it’s cloudy for too many nights,
i go into severe withdrawal–
stargazing is a hell of a drug.
–photo by me
michaeljordahl 