He was difficult
A challenge
Not very enjoyable to visit
Extreme ideology
A Christian Identity adherent
Vocal, preachy
But I hung in there
He enjoyed the company
Confined to his room
Alone
Dying
In the prison infirmary
©2019 Thomas W. Cummins
I’ve never been me before
October 5, 2018With the early morning fog
All was white-gray
Seeing nothing for more than 100 yards
Islands were not to be seen
Nor the far shore
Silence
Well, not quite
Soft, gentle movement heard
Water caressing the rock-strewn
Beach
I was thinking, for me,
This is a new experience
And certainly so
On this day, in this place
At this age
Who I am today is new
What I experience today is new
All I see and all I hear, new
The me of now
Has never existed before
I’ve never been this me before
I should be in awe of everything
Tired of nothing
Open to the grace
Of all things
©2018 Thomas W. Cummins
Like molten metal
August 12, 2018North woods of Minnesota
Smoke
Haze
Deep red-orange rising sun
Shining through the effect
Of Canada’s wildfires
Reflecting a gray sky
The lake below is calm
On the surface comes a disturbance
A boat’s wake
Catches the sun’s iridescence
And for a moment
Like a fluorescent orange molten metal
The rays are stirred into
Slate gray water
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Storm Remnants
June 15, 2018Following last night’s storms here in the woods by the lake, a reprise of an earlier post.
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Like old crones
In tattered dark gray cloaks
Last night’s storm clouds
Shuffle off to the east
Hiding the rising sun
They prolong their gloomy pall
Leaving behind sodden leaves
Plastered against windows
Overlooking the slate-hued lake
I was quite young
December 11, 2017Going through boxes and boxes of stuff in preparation for downsizing during the next decade, or so.
I was quite young when I wrote this. Perhaps it was 55 years ago. Nevertheless, here it is
In a dim light... 