Today has been a day of sharp contrasts
with friends in the real and virtual world
sharing deep posts about love and hate,
destiny and decision, the roller coaster
of feelings we humans navigate through
All I could think as I walked was that
our feelings, our hearts today were all
sharp, spiky, angular and not at all
soft and opening and blissful.
I too woke from a bizarre dream this morning
and felt a little off. I chalked it up to the
wind that roared through here last night,
clanging the bell at our gate, clickity-clacking
the trees together in noisy music.
As I walked through the pasture and woods,
the late afternoon sun warming my face,
I snapped photos.
I took photos of the rock wall, angular geometric
history of the land, the lichen brittle in the cold,
the tree bark in sharp contrast in the late sun,
the deep hole in the oak, home to secrets I will never
share. These pieces of the landscape put me back into
my inconsequential place in the universe.
A soft blip in time, not the hundreds/thousands of years
of history that these elements share.
As I walked back down the driveway, what
should I come upon, but an angular heart
melting in the late winter sun.