Archive for August, 2019

My mind wanders

August 25, 2019

Outside the window
Contours of the land
Among the trees
Made visible by the snow

On this quiet Saturday morning
An intrusion into my thoughts
What?
Memories, longing, loneliness?
Perhaps all that

A longing to be alone
Something pulling, tugging
Toward solitude

How can this pull,
This longing to be alone,
Intrude on loneliness?

Is what is sought,
Present in an apparent
Nothingness?

My mind wanders,
Daydreams …

Thoughts go to a small hill
In a prairie somewhere
Nothing visible but grasses
Distant trees
A breeze gently grabs at my clothing,
Washes over my face,
Rustles the grasses

I find myself on a trail
Deep in the woods
Sunlight flickering through
Leafless trees
Pale light
Winter light
Silence

A broad valley welcomes me
Soaring mountains, dark gray
Snow-covered peaks
Along the path, green
Intense green
Warmed by the rising sun

©2019 Thomas W. Cummins

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A cosmic projection

August 13, 2019

I saw her dancing
Dipping and swaying
Tempo set by a breeze
Leaves caressing the light
Beams from the rising sun

Juliet
Candle-like, flickering
Caught on the curve
Of the lamp’s
Metal shade

A cosmic projection
This image
Solar ball of nuclear fire
Thrust through space
Appearing as a gentle flame

©2019 Thomas. W. Cummins