Sky Beyond

Peering up at sky beyond the manmade peaks

Filled with modern cave-dwellers

I lose all sense of time

Time is standing still

And rushing forward

Looking back and leaping on toward,

Dare I say it?,

New horizons.

These mountains of concrete, glass, and steel,

Seen from the echoing valley below

Seem like clockwork detritus

Telling time and being told by time

Epic and yet too soon decrepit

Young, yet already broadcasting their ancient heritage

Beautiful, yet supremely horrific

Take me to the earthborn mountains

Where birds sing and rivers ramble

And the sun shines playfully through the trees.

Time will stand still

And the rush will cease.

Take me there.

Please.

Inputs and Outlets

What are you thinking?

Take a moment.

Consider.

Can you name the inputs that are driving your moods?

What information is getting through the doors of your mind?

Images.

Headlines.

Sound Bites.

Viral whatevers.

Catch phrases.

Truth.

Humor.

Sarcasm.

Malice.

Witty Word-play.

Peace.

Comfort.

Is truth getting lost in the torrents of mad regurgitation?

Do you have reliable protection from incessant, insidious info overload?

Take your input one bite at a time.

Set aside the petty and irrelevant.

Watch the sun rise every morning in silence.

Be.

Theater

Theater.

Entertainment.

Escape.

Fantasy.

Reality.

Hope.

Despair.

Dreams.

Desire.

Joy.

Laughter.

Tears.

Exaltation.

Theater.

Facial Recognition

Who?

Who is that?

I know that face.

I’ve seen that face before.

Who is that?

On the tip of my tongue,

And lodged deeply in my memory,

There is a name that goes with that face.

Who is that?

It is a famous face;

With a famous name;

A household name.

Everybody knows that face.

Everybody knows that name.

Who is that?

Who?

What You See

Sometimes,

most times,

what you see

is not everything

there is to see.

Sometimes,

anytime,

what you see

is not even

reality.

Sometimes,

once in a while,

what you see

is all there is

to see.

Could be more.

Could be less.

Could be different.

Could be it.

That's all.

Prismatic Facial Slippage

Sometimes

when trying 

to save face

our countenance

folds in

on itself.

Trying too hard,

we dissemble.

Our humanity

leaks out.

We cannot hide.

Swatches

Snippets.

Swatches of color and pattern.

Texture, geometry, shapes.

Memory.

Suggestion.

History.

Splash.

Explore.

Discover.