Sunday, December 9, 2018
Resting peacefully in their cemetery on the family farm
now so overgrown with weeds and the march of time
that their lives seem almost mythic, like a fairy tale.
Who could imagine living such meaningful lives today:
of honest work within the arms of Mother Nature,
raising crops to eat and children to carry on,
without iPhones, Google, or social media?
Wednesday, December 5, 2018
A bolt out of the blue at age 73
Walking by my cousin’s ancient fishing camp
my eyes lock on a bolt, much older than me,
sticking out of the railing leading to the pond.
This bolt is not merely a rusty headed
metal pin to fasten things together:
It is like a bolt from a cosmic crossbow,
a lightning bolt that strikes me
shocking me into dream trance.
In dreams, a lightning bolt can foretell
the crack of a sudden and terrible event,
or a divine message honoring the chosen…
I wonder which it will be for me?