Absent Is The Whole
A full green, late summer afternoon on the mountain.
Something beckons; it calls from within the winds and rain.
I try to visualize a pair of human eyes until…
Off in the distance, water stirs and flows, down this lush still moment passing and eroding my worries away. It slowly erases the mountain by removing rock. Caring the broken pieces to a river flowing north far and away.
A flock of grackles dropp seed shells from these towering trees while they feed. They fall