"As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; / [ . . . ] Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: / Deals out that being indoors each one dwells; / Selves -- goes itself; 'myself' it speaks and spells, / Crying 'What I do is me; for that I came'." --Gerard Manley Hopkins

23 October 2008

Early Morning

A quarter moon and diamond stars sparkling in the crisp air of early morning dark; a light mist swirling about the car on the old ferry road: beauty that makes the reluctant early rising much less painful.

15 October 2008


Sitting on the porch steps in the late evening, a cool October breeze fanning my arms. The only functioning street lamp hiding behind the thick-leaved ginkgo, a neighbor flicking off the only porch light on the street. Two jet streams sectoring the sky, and two bright stars shining directly above me. Smoky clouds floating lazily, the moonrise flinging itself above the neighbor’s roofline, creating an alabaster glow. The Yorkie sisters barking, Sadie at last flying over to cuddle for a while.
A lone car passing, leaving blessed silence in its wake. The jet streams melding into the clouds, more stars winking into view as the sky deepens.

Lovely retreat from the weariness of pain and politics, renewing heart and soul for another round of life in a world so fallen, yet with so much beauty still.