Dailies

it looks as though a seed from the mountain
has sprouted in a crack on the hard urban ground
before long downtown may be overrun
and the style of this city may be out of date
replaced by a fashion that is truly wild

smooth wheels
and an alluring facade
humble vernacular looks on
is this an image of the future?
is this what happens next?
big dreams for a small town…

power distorted
by greater power still
the light of nuclear fusion
casts a strong shadow

the angle of projection
and where the shadow falls
determine the shape of the shade

I am still standing
this is only a detour
I am growing tall

treading in shallow water
on the trail of the elusive Vaccinium
life in the liminality of the littoral zone
with all its literal ups and downs
inspires me as it always does
so I soak this in while in its presence
wanting to absorb something of its resilience
to which I can then later turn
when I find myself in liminal zones
and not so much treading in shallow water
as treading water in the depths

liberated from the subterranean realms
and looking quite at home in the summer sky
if only for a moment, as visions like this never last
I find myself marveling at this creature
I’m more accustomed to finding
upon taking my bearings
after falling down a deep hole
and whose tracks tend to lead me
to tea parties with mercurial haberdashers
and two dimensional representations of royalty
with their frightening whims and unimaginable views
and yet, here I am craning my neck at the heavens
and watching this out of place shapeshifter
soon to be transmogrified by time
and the drift of the wind
this momentary representation
of a form I know from a grounded setting
and so it seems that cloud gazing
and going down rabbit holes
have more in common than I knew
as the old maxim states:
as above, so below