Laurel with new road machine, 2011
Ghost town, Bodie, California c. 2011
Eiffel Tower, Spring 2012
Outside
Robert Hotten 2000
At the edge of the water
On the sandy beach, moist and fragrant,
We feel the shoreward flow of breakers,
Projecting through consciousness,
That longs for this infinite extension
Of time into such an all encompassing flow.
The mind slows like the long period
Small breakers of fall,
Their white water rolling one after
And onto another, flat, and
Smooth between, in the onshore trade wind,
Erasing all thoughts in a
Sensuous tranquillity and singularity in
the
First wisps of winter chill
That is too quickly to follow.
The arrow of time suspended,
Our existence is lullabied into a
Limitless dimension in the days
Of the golden sunset that lastly
Flashes fluorescent green at the
Moment of apparent disappearance
Below the cloud shrouded horizon.
Only in the glow of the sunset the trance
endures
Lest we let it be overcome too quickly
In the waves of thought and the construct
of time
And other faraway Arcadian places.
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