Author: michaeljordahl

Retired Miner, loves science, reading, carving, walking, recovering alcoholic

i will

i drive up to my favorite spot

for some serious stargazing,

and as my eyes adjust to the

inky blackness of the night,

i find myself suddenly on

the edge of a rocky crag,

hanging precariously over

a yawning, endless void–

the abyss of nothingness.

i want to cling to the world

for if i should lose my grip,

i might tumble into it;

in time, i know i will.

–photo by me

magic moonbeams

i was out chopping wood

‘neath a magical moon

when i came face to face

with a bear,

and i was quite sure

to be disemboweled soon–

but the beast stood in place

and just stared.

the moonbeams on my beard

somehow tranquilized him,

and i found i was no

longer scared,

so we went in for tea,

and he sat on my knee

while i read him the tale

of three bears.

–photo by son aaron