Telescope (Quick Poem)

Seeking silence

better than before, I have this telescope you see

it tells me where the empty spots are

-with soft footing–

where I am undisturbed even by my steps,

even when I spread arms and fall backwards.

It fits in my back pocket

when it collapses it is three little snaps

-quickly-

and then it is the direction I’m heading,

the memory and anticipation and then the reality

My telescope and the place.

Only touch known until the next perch.

my stems and roots into the stems and roots

that I found through this telescope.

No evidence of me but tracks.

 

 

Blog 1/4/18

I’m moving my site from Wix to WordPress. It turns out that Wix is a tangled nightmare of data restriction management and endless incremental fees. So, in the long run, I was more attached to my MailChimp list than I was to that bloated site. Sometimes you just have to cut and run.

I’ll be posting more about my current circumstances and short-term arts projects on the newsletter.

Thanks for stopping by.

-DRIVE SAFE-