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August 11, 2022


Something seems to be missing
There is an emptiness
But is it really empty?
Perhaps there is a presence
A presence that cannot be grasped
Something that is always there
Yet somehow missing
An emptiness
A longing
A longing that feels like loneliness

©2022 Thomas W. Cummins

Tears While Cooking

July 24, 2022

So, the short ribs recipe called for two cups of Cabernet.

Later it asks for a long simmer to reduce down by half.

It was a good Cabernet!

Went through the final steps with tears blurring my vision.

Those short ribs better be good!

Dancing On the Ceiling

May 7, 2022

Passing through leaves, sunlight

Sending breezy Japanese maple leaf shadows

Bouncing off a small, round glass table

Forming a bright circle

Dancing on the ceiling

Blessing the moment with Ps 46:10

Knowing All Will Be Well

© 2022 Thomas W. Cummins

Shoes On The Radiator

February 23, 2021

I can still smell the snowmelt

After all these years

A childhood beckons, tugs

My memory opens and embraces

Soggy grass

Puddles in the street

Wet shoes

Stuffed with newspaper

Atop the radiator by the backdoor

Wolf Moon

January 29, 2021

Rising up and loping across the heavens

Scattering shadows everywhere

Wolf Moon now nestled down among the pines

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