She whispers my name... Only I can hear

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Good Night Irene


Atmospheric recoil
Air and Water exchanging energy
Weather happens
When there is a lot of energy
It happens in a big way

The tropics conspire
Land and sea
Air and Water
She stirs and rears her clouds

Coriolis effect
The earth turns
It sends things spinning
Hurricane

They name her Irene
Awakening slowly
She gathers moisture from the tropic sea
Holding it aloft with ever increasing winds
She heads north

Beating the rain
I hunkered down
On my little farm
And waited for her

Sleeping fitfully



I awoke to her fury
Her winds, bending every bough
Her rain, insatiable
Seeking any weakness
Looking for a sign

It was then I noticed
That I was lucky to have awakened at all
For in the night
As I slept
She took a shot at me



Bark, leaves, branches
Looking in my window
A tall locust
Thrust from the stand
And aimed at my head



But she missed
Not only me
But the house as well
And the windfall of her intention
Will warm me next winter



I will think of her
As I sit by the fire
The devastating fury of her rains
Every bridge and water crossing
Challenged







I am thankful today
The spirit of the eagle
Still looks over me
As it looks over this place



Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Shaken; Not Stirred

I went for a little ride today
Without even leaving my house
Without, in fact, even leaving my chair
Seated, as I was, in my office in Schenectady

Moments before, hundreds of miles away
Enormous pressure caused a shift in the rock
Along a crack of, as yet, undetermined size
Deep in the ground…

The shifting rock shook the Earth
Like ripples in a pond
The vibrations spread the news
Some along the surface
Some traveling deep into the Earth
Then reflected from within.

They reached me at different times
And so I was at first riding up and down
As if on a sine wave of varying intensity
Like a roller coaster

After a second or two of stillness
I was riding in a twisting way
Both back and forth and up and down
At the same time

I did not at first understand
That it was an earthquake
Until my girlfriend asked
“Did you feel it?”

It struck me like a flash
I called my daughter in Virginia
All was fine
I was free to reflect.

I remember now
Learning about the waves
Vibrations traveling through the Earth
P waves
S waves
And more

And the ancient geological record
From this part of the world
Telling a tale that goes all the way back to the beginning
The mountains here once so mighty
As to make the Himalayas
Appear as children

There have been other “rings of fire”
Once upon a time
More than once, in fact
And this old plate of rock
Still has a jolt or two left in it

So no in all
I was not really surprised
Just caught off guard

The Earth moves
And I move with it

As it should be

As I like it

Endings, Beginnings

Moving can be tumultuous
Chaos changing customs
Things lost
And found
Unsettling unseating until
Ending

Fare well old city
Your walls and sidewalks
Cracked with age
My venue, no more

Trees now await me
The hills the ground the roads
All of earth and stone are made
Amidst pools of sun
And shade


Look for me
Among the tall grass
And the silent woods
When the harvest moon comes

Zenspace
Now strung across the peaceful landscape
Hanging between the Earth and the stars
This is the place I was meant to be
The sunset colors illuminate me