Saturday, May 30, 2020

Platte Clove May 30, 2020

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Friday, May 29, 2020

recognition

for Lydia

Being in a class of people known to you all these years 
Friends brought together by chance geography 
Forming an intentional community of peers and teachers 
Building towards a celebration as seniors ready for graduation

Now is the moment to parade together in cap and gown
Marching to the strains of pomp and circumstance 
One last time before dispersing blown away in the wind
Not this anti-climax of a canceled ceremony. 

Next up should be the adventure of college campus life
Finding your way learning and meeting new friends 
Not some separate and isolated remote screen existence 
Stealing the happiness of youth having fun being together. 

The younger you are the more one year counts
Leaving you disappointed to be missing out
But I know you will be undeterred by adversity in life 
Determined to overcome all challenges. 

The difficulties we have can be a gift in disguise
One door closes and another door opens
I have confidence in you as a smart and capable person 
Being someone who cares deeply for our planet. 

May you find your way to help make the world better
Where all people are respected and nourished 
Where all of nature is cherished and protected 
Where peace and justice can prevail on earth.

Thursday, May 28, 2020

Wednesday, May 27, 2020

Tuesday, May 26, 2020

Monday, May 25, 2020

forest perspective

In the early morning stillness of the forest
Following a moss-covered woodland road
We step softly moving slowly as we listen
To hear the birds calling hidden in the foliage. 

Red efts in the leaf litter invite a closer look 
Wriggling away from my camera lens
A remarkable life cycle for these juveniles 
Destined to return to the water as adults. 

The ground features a mosaic of moss and lichens 
Sprinkled with twigs and needles and acorns 
Covering the ancient bluestone rocks quarried here
Centuries ago when horsepower pulled wagons. 

Four tiny pastel blue petals around a yellow core
Clusters of bluets sprouting up along the margins 
Decorate the scene as we make our way past
Far from the concerns of the present day crisis.

We are walking on the ocean floor sediment 
Deposited millions of years before people evolved 
Crushed under inexorable metamorphic pressure 
Lifted up and then eroded away over the eons. 

This is the perspective seen when stepping back 
Though what goes on in our world matters very much
Demanding our efforts to make right all that is wrong 
We take our measure as well in this larger context.