TEALarbor stories’ Monday Musings are quotes, poems, & practices
offering simple ways to explore the ecotone of the inner/outer landscape.
Dimensionless
blotter,
daylight
like
white ink soaked
away
– take the sinking
east
and say this
is
what it’s come to –
cyanic
bruise
sutured
at
the ocean’s edge,
sky
thick as your
palm
print against
double
glazed
window
glass . . .
Fifteen
billion years,
blue
out of
the
three-degree dark,
light
has misted down
to
be here, never
catching
up with its own
dispatch
and drive.
Each
of us,
no
more resourceful
than
stars, touched
with
the abandoned
thought
of home . . .
An excerpt from Rain/Light by C. Buckley
All blog images created & photographed by Jennifer J. Wilhoit unless otherwise noted. Please circulate images with photo credit: "©2016 JenniferJWilhoit/TEALarbor stories. AllRightsReserved."