SNOWFLAKE

Sighing a whisper on a breath of air a snowflake flutters through the dry cold air and settles on the blanket of white that in this time and space has become the earth; in an instance all is one

 

and then another snowflake is seen fluttering through my mind…

 

It is winter in California and the rain pours steadily outside my window

a trickle leaks through the corner and forms a pool on the sill

it threatens to touch my elbow….

 

Mystery eludes me as fact

fact as dream

so I touch the stars with dreams and laugh

at being mystery…..

 

Gentleness and depth of meaning often seem so insignificant measured against the intense and dramatic. The impact of the moment dominates, temporarily.

 

Kick an empty can in a silent alley at night

Skip a rock on a mirror-smooth lake

Remember the sound of the rain

Take a trip, get away, can you do it?

 

Rare moments seldom recurring, the mountains in dreams seldom attained at will,

Something firm which we hold though the sea wash away all else.

 

Trailblazer! Flashing sword in hand!

Unruly wild thing below the surface

of the calm collective mind…