Pilgrimage: Day 15: Warming Trend

sun falls on tables

cool breeze blows infrequent

where is my pizza?

Pilgrimage: Day 15: Reflect

Reflect, a photo by vajra on Flickr.

time can be measured in minutes
or in the rise and fall
like slow breaths of water
in a pond clear now
with recent rain until the summer sun
heats then dries it
and erases time

Pilgrimage:#15 In Spring Wind

He floats like the shadow

we long to sew back on

We search for resurrection

in lucky numbers, in dark art

windows on public walls

With our hands out like wings

flapping toward heaven we

rise above the Spring wind

lilacs painted on our fingernails

Easter grass in our sleepy heads

Pilgrimage #14 Steady Frame

I am pulled passing the sepia the

man who beheld men & I place myself

there as if praising by peering

around the camera that caught

this original with camera the

intention & sadness in sustaining

what is beautiful with the eyes stilling

what is not sustained except by peering

in I see perhaps what the man held &

saw as I hold out my hand balancing

camera & one moment of beauty

in my passing exposure to the history
frame steady & his forehead bound
in holding just with these momentary
eyes what is natural & disappearing

Pilgrimage: Taking Steps

wherever the eye turns
beauty
against a bleak wall
beauty
beside the pavement
beauty
beneath the gray sky
beauty
inside the small car
beauty
on the girl's face
beauty
in the man's smile
beauty
where the cat lies
beauty
where the poppy blooms
beauty
where you and I are
beauty

beauty

Call and Response #13: Hands

Ours are often spy's eyes

We capture what has fallen and

who will tentatively need

our help to get back up

Very little barrier

between friends and

strangers who do not see

but sense our shadow reach

Pilgrimage: Day 13: Alone

she is alone together
with the other customers
drinking coffee
staring at laptops
invisible barriers like
Japanese business men on a bullet train
each table an island of willingness
to engage but not too much
to be in community but not too close
to sit at a table in a warm café on a cool day

Call and Response #12: Red Roof

The walk brings me closer

to the center that winks.

Pitched red roof

on the other side

allows rain to run off.

I reach out to still

the rock wheel.

Instamatic shutter.

Snapshot in my pocket.

Hereafter.

Pilgrimage: 12X: Cemetery Walls

every day I walk among the graves
up hills and down
past angels
past sphinxes
past little lambs
the quiet dead
forgotten or remembered
rest beneath the throbbing
pink and white blossoms of Spring