Sunday, May 13, 2012

Hike.

The sweltering heat
beat down upon
my head
as I hiked through
the woods. 

I needed a
break from
all things and
I decided to
take a hike
to the top
of a mountain.

It was far
from my
house but
I needed
the drive.

The top
seemed
to sneer
at me as
I continued
my upward
approach.

Onward,
I said, and
I allowed
myself to
become consumed
by the quiet.

Nature, it seems,
lets one
reflect.

I moved
closer and
closer and
soon, though
I didn't realize
it, I was at
the top.

I gazed down
below. I saw
the vast valleys
and the cool
streams and,
above, I saw
the never-ending
and eternally
blue sky.

I again
lowered
my gaze and
I imagined
my soul
atop a horse,
galloping
off into the
distance --
toward comfort
and peace and
tranquility.

Sunday, May 6, 2012

driving down
the road late
at night
conjures memories
which come flooding
into the mind
and
as you reflect upon
them they take on
a transcendent
quality and you think
you're back at that time
and all is well.

alas.

it was fleeting.

they fade.

and you're back
on the lonely road,
with no company
but your vehicle
and the creatures
that rest in the
woods.

one more.

i sit
outside
amidst the
cooling air
and the gusting
winds that
rustle the trees
which cast
dark, dark
shadows over
the lawns of
the houses.

all is quiet.
the streetlights
cast a pale glow
that does not
deceive. 

i sip
my drink
and i notice that
the sun,
it sets.

something new.

Purpose
cleanses the soul
like soft rains
dribbling down
from the vast
and gray sky.

It refreshes.
It guides.

For without it
the soul
begins to dry
and shrivel.
And soon,
without nourishment,
it becomes like the
desert -- cracked
and arid and full
of dust.