Across the miles, our words convene, threads of our lives intertwining to form a tapestry. Stories of sorrow and kindness, humanity restored – of observation
Evolution, not devolution, will bring salvation. Archeology – the willingness to forage in the desert: multi-layers of fallout, aftermaths, abandonments – unearthing fragments, reconstructing –
What life tears apart nature mends – cyclical flow, divinely decreed. (For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: rip/mend) Image from personal collection.
This exile – self-imposed, I confess – wears thin with age. Too many winters braving the cold – heart’s frozen rebellion against Father’s tireless raving,
We devour old times – two clouded, broken-eyed, cat and dog – fishing sacred out of vast champagne night. I may linger, eat air, an
Take me to the desert with mountains at our side, walk with me in shadows, let nature be our guide We’ll stroll amongst the cacti,