The wind has died with the sun.
Now the waves lap gently
Against the soft shore.
Before me lies the
Lights and shadows of all expansion
And I upon the heights, looking down
From my perch on the concrete bluffs-
Monuments from a fearful past
Now abandoned. The man-made stone
Cools beneath my tired body
As delicate music drifts on the wind,
Escaping the white washed halls
At my back.
Soon the music stops,
And distant doors slam shut,
And distant dogs call out
As the lights die off,
One by one,
Until nothing is left
But the silent passage of a ferry
In the distance.
The Properties of Dust
The Properties of Dust was a small book I put together in 2005 for a desktop publishing class at Portland State University. Many of these pieces were written specifically for the book project, and the rest date back to as early as 1990. The pieces were accompanied by a photo or two in the original book, but, in most cases, I am using different, more recent, photos with this series of posts.
The Well - https://poets.media/the-well
Moreh - https://poets.media/moreh
Orienteering - https://poets.media/orienteering
Tides - https://poets.media/tides
The Properties of Dust - https://poets.media/the-properties-of-dust
Storm - https://poets.media/storm-1
Oncology - https://poets.media/oncology
Upon the Ruin
Watching a Woman From Across the Room
The Red Car
After the War