How strange to glance
My video camera ran,/
dancing with the lake’s waves/
and the sky’s reflections.
My fingers froze,
trying to hold lens steady,
silently breathing.
I’ve learned to be quiet,
to live with the pain
of stillness.
It was all worth it
to hear a lone loon
call the sunset goodbye.
?
If the reflection /
is right, you can move from the /
dance floor to the street.
My neighbor (“the golfer”) passed away unexpectedly last weekend. At his funeral, during tributes from children and friends, many thoughts and feelings came up, which I turned into poetic texts to myself.
When a good man passes 11:04 a.m.
When a good man is/
Taken too early, it shakes/
We who aren’t ready.
Life Elevated Example 11:49 p.m.
When you see a life/
That is elevated, you/
Know you must improve.
My Neighbor’s Advice: 12:13 p.m.
“Prepare to stand in/
The presence of God.” That’s his/
advice from the grave.
Urgent Work 12:24 p.m.
For such a one to/
leave so early shows how the/
work is so urgent.
OR
For such a one to/
leave so soon shows how urgent/
the Lord’s work must be.
Kind Words Of Welcome 12:26 p.m.
Welcome back, brother”/
were the kindest feelings and/
words I ever heard.
I can stand and look/
I discovered proof/
He stares at the blank/Dappled lake water/
shines like a thousand diamonds/
and begs* me to sail.
OR
*tells
Ambiguity /
is all around me. Do I/
see my reflections?
OR
Ambiguity /
is all around me. Are those/
reflections I see?