Up along the Cedar Tree I whirl Clouds are my eyes You are Sun heating me high I cannot be anything but moved Even in the cold darkness of slumber You come eventually rising up over my horizon And my song whispers up along your branches Unheard through the vacuum of space
There is no gastank to look for this time as I pull out of Everett under the curtain of June rains Pointed backwards toward the long shadow of memories of you as my companion Running north into water-colored mountains, painted in muted finality across my then and now horizons Even now as your Sun wakes mines [...]
Some analogies have a way of sticking with you even as you forget them, only to remember them anew years (even decades) later. I love sailing even though I am not a sailor. I neither own a sailboat nor have I been on a sailboat more than a dozen times in my life. Even so, [...]
It is maybe a strange thing to say, but I love my commutes. I happen to live along a bus-route that has direct connections from a bus stop right outside my home, dropping me off nearly to the doorstop of my office building (if a 76-story building can have a doorstop). On the better days [...]