Robt, 24 january 2020
Water exists in a triple state:
Solid, liquid, gas
At zero Celsius.
Even on the coldest day
Solid snow and ice quietly disappear
Into gaseous vapor.
The radiant energy of the sun
And time
Drive this transition
Until the solid ice is no more,
Disappeared.
But no,
It still exists in the invisible vapor.
Do not we, aqueous beings
-the waters of ancient seas
sloshing through our veins-
Exist at a triple point,
Slowly sublimating
Then suddenly gone,
Existing only in the hidden vapor
Of Time.
Robt, 28 january 2012
Little bird
Why did you
Pick
Pick
Pick
This age of anxiety
In which to
Pick
Pick
Pick?
Robt, 28 january 2012
This life
This journey
Is a singular private event.
This life
This journey
Is traveled alone.
The path unknown, unblazed;
We may be fortunate enough to have someone
travel part of the way with us
Fortunate enough to share the amazement.
But otherwise,
alone.
This life
This journey
The path has never been trod before,
The destination unknown.
But we press on the best we can.
There is no stopping to ask directions.
We must rely on an inner compass
And signs along the way that we are headed in the right direction.
Making progress
For it is our journey alone
This Life.
Robt, 12 december 2011
I
asked the river
Why
are you so dirty?
Because
I am working,
Came
its reply.
What
are you doing?
I am making something beautiful,
Answered
the river,
But
it takes time,
it takes time.
Poetry
Prose
Photography
Graphics
Video poems
Postcards
Diary
Books
Handmade