Poetry
Devastating Desolation
Fear
Sonnets
Moon Rising
Gibbous is the Perfect Shape of the Moon
Welcome to the Numeral Feast
Departure
Elusive Characters
Another Day
Hiking Past Norwegian Falls
Sneaking through crevasses along the
Steps of cool dusty rocks,
Playing hide-and-seek.
They greet you after every bend,
Shooting straight down
Like the surface of the well-paved road.
I rush along through thoughts
To great depths,
They rush along through time
From great heights.
Curtains, which we use to seal.
Curtains, they are, which to us reveal:
An intricate relationship
To earth, water, sun and air—
All intertwined, dynamic.
Its currents flow without, within.
A seed of thought or action
Precedes;
But its source,
From snow, from mountain, from lake
Decrees.
The falls are envious of the
Mint-green fjords,
And run to join them
To celebrate in the
White-capped seas.
They whisper during the day
And whistle at night,
Following the nocturnal owl who
Performs her
Moonlit hunt.
The waterfall here
Runs differently from the waterfall there.
Yet they must understand
Ebb and flow,
Gain and loss.
When my emotions are dry,
I trickle down tears too.
World travelers, full of thirst;
Insatiable desire to traverse the universe.
What have you not seen?
A pool of deep currents
Fast thoughts
I hope mine do not
Stay stagnate, but
Grow, to absorb rainfall.
I run along the beach at sunrise
Hoping to embrace the ocean as well.
September 2003
Thank you, Mr. Stevens, for your thirteen ways.