Lewis and ClarkLewis and ClarkLewis and Clark6 years ago in Open More Like This
As we stood overlooking the great Pacific
I cannot deny the incredible sadness that I felt.
For months we had journeyed,
For months we had trodden and suffered and
And suddenly we had reached the unarguable end.
The breakers crashed and roared,
While smaller, smoother waves tumbled harmlessly onto the white sand.
Salt wind, tears in our eyes, oh
The sight of a storm out at sea.
Camp that night was silent as death,
For, now that we had done what we came to do
What was left?
We would return the way we came,
Through a fresh young land, but no longer a virgin one.
We had crossed one infinity and reached another,
But that infinity was not ours.
The next morning, we shouldered our belongings
And turned our back on the Pacific.
My greatest fear
Was that, returning, I might discover my own bootprints
In the dust, returning to the ocean.
AbsenseAbsenceAbsense6 years ago in Open More Like This
There is something truly refreshing
About letting it all go.
About ripping off years of metaphors,
Peeling back each comparison, which,
however adequate it may be
Is just compensation, clutter,
Of the beautiful absence.
The moment is useless
If we never let down to the heart of the matter,
Which is what no metaphor can capture,
No simile can define,
And all the likeness in the world cannot tame.
Creamy fresh pages of lies
Are nothing special. What makes this unique
Is its reality. One which says it as it sees it.
But always, ever and only itself.
Its the art of being what we mean.
There is less beauty in making things obscure,
And for once,
One must let go,
Strip off the imagination,
And say exactly how things are.
I find that all this talk of petals, electricity, oceans,
Snowfall, battles, and raindrops
Is simply one layer of meaning