Frozen Morning

The lake is frozen

The snow, a blue reflection of the sky

Split by the forested horizon

A golden path bumps across the lake’s surface

Leading to the waking sun

I would like to think I see the same beauty

From this house that I would from a yurt or a teepee

But would it feel the same?

The only thing missing is my wife

She sleeps deep in the warm den

Dare I open the door

Letting light pour in

Flooding her out of the sheets?

I dare.

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Fog Off the Harbor. 8/10/09

If I had no sense of direction

And no prior knowledge of where I was

I might think this was a fog was coming in off the harbor

In a place like New Jersey or Portland, Oregon.

And just beyond that building

Maybe another block down was an old shipyard,

Filled with skiffs, and wharfs, and a beaten down barge

Waiting to be used again.

The traffic might be drowning the cries of the gulls

Or they could still be asleep.

And there is a beaten down shop

Serving stale coffee

To weathered men in yellow slickers

And black stocking caps

Who remind me of The Old Man And The Sea.

Each morning I could put on my water proof shoes

And head down to the shore.

I’d collect broken glass, torn netting,

And pieces of wood

That were more like bone now

After being polished by the waves and sand.

The salt in the air would pickle my skin

And I wouldn’t know that the town I was in

Was old Omaha

So far away from the Ocean

And surrounded by land.

I would think this fog was coming in off the harbor

In a place like San Fransisco or somewhere in New England,

And I’d be a happier man.

Our anniversary picnic!

Sara and I went out for our anniversary on July 26. We drove into Iowa and headed for an afternoon at a winery. On our way we stopped and had a picnic in a small field. We had ski cheese, avocado, Jimmy John’s bread, and tuna. We polished it off with some sparkling grape juice. It was an awesome picnic and a great way to celebrate our event.

I feel like summer is already threatening to leave us. I actually prefer fall, but I still find it hard to watch such a great summer go by. Such is the way of life, I guess. Enjoy the seasons and then wave as they pass you by.

Carry you.

An ocean I may be,

swelling and rolling against shores
and lands far away
calm in some lands
outraged in others
but I carry you
to cities and forests
mountains and deserts
and I will carry you
until the last drop evaporates
and all of me that remains
is salt and dust.

A New Perspective

Isn’t it amazing that we should believe something our entire lives only to awaken one day and see the change? 

What was once so wicked is now justified, beautiful, and misunderstood.
Her anger was not of malice or sadistic pleasure, but it was a history of pain, abuse, and neglect that made her behavior seem harsh and nasty.  
I pity her.  I now believe in her cause.  I’m even angry at the one we thought was the heroine. 
Only another pawn in the wizard’s game, acting without knowing the back story. 
If I can only remember to pause before I make decisions, learn to see the big picture, maybe I will not make such a blind leap and kill the Wicked Witch.

Wintery Mix

It warmed up yesterday and the cat started biting

Only to cool down today with snow, sleet, and rain (pause)
The gray skies are everything but sincere or inviting
And the scratches on my arm tell me to temp that fate (pause)
Move out West, they say
Move on out (pause)
Pack up your nap sack
With a bandana over your scalp (pause)
Walk holes into your shoes
Calluses into your heels
Stare down those thunder clouds
Pretend you don’t feel (pause)
With that last lurching stretch
Step over the divide
Across the time zone
Down the other side
Leave nothing left
Nothing in question 
For no one expected
The Spanish Inquisition (pause)
Spring is on its way. (pause).