1:48am - Travel

Travel is a good companion
Down the winding road
To stop and go, to stop - and - go,
Down the rabbit hole.

Home is where the heart is,
My heart another home
So slide on forward, down the path --
To walk -- to run -- to roam.

11:27am

Outside the house there lies the moat
I’m inside looking out
Separation – is – imminent
I’ve no escape to leave

Upon the walls I write the message
For those who seek to find
Take my bones, my scattered ashes
And leave all else behind

Look not upon the books I’ve read -
My clothes, my bed, my bugs
For those who spend too much time here
Will see there is no door

And you shall lie and lie awake
And pass eternity
Wondering our similar fates
While you collect the dust

I’m gone – so gone –forever now
No bit of flesh to rot
Ages ago I took my bow
And still for you I pray.

10:48 am - Process of Epiphany

A strange light shone upon my face
- I felt its tickled glow
No warmth was felt upon the skin,
Like wisdom on the know

And those eyes could not perceive it
- a dash gone with a clink
And yet my mind did receive it
Its scent sat in to think

A present with a signature
- the cursive marked quite well
that no one could mistake the sign
Of whom the gift to tell.

1:37am

My eyes have been too careless there
To seek the undefined
I'll see and feel the fleeting stare
Of life's nonrhythmic rhyme

Quick, too quick is one single blink
A second is a pause
- And then too quick my feet do sink
Into those hollow jaws

Then yet I'm found on carpet ground
My toes touch friendly firm
Surprise is when I have not drowned
Regret - if I've not learned.

Storyboard: neighbourhood & park

no food. no birds.

between the lines.

bark web.

plan b.

concrete puddle.

don't step on the cracks.

three old friends.

rest.

     I shot these pictures in black and white because the palate of the day was grey. Colour was most definitely welcome but, in the end, not received. The sky and the pavement were matched as though they had called each other the day before to plan how they were to be. I imagined that they were iphone users. The trees were bare and its bark dull, but I took note of any birds-nests: there were 3.
     One of the moments which had impacted me the most was when I spotted a discarded Plan B box atop of a bush in front of the fence of a neighbour's house. This moment felt to me an ironic metaphor of how I tend perceive the world in my most pessimistic moods. I wondered about the woman who had bought the box and used the contents inside. I wondered if she was panicked or if she had taken it calmly as if it were just another pill for another headache. I wondered if she was doing well and prayed that she was happy, or, if not, I prayed that she was at least on her way to a path of joy and love.


     Though I felt melancholic, I walked along with a still peace in my heart and hope in my soul. While the season is empty now, much more will be brought forth in the coming weeks.