He Gave Us the Freedom

She looked with cold indifference at 

his efforts to teach 

the connection between

our lives and

nature.  

Bridge parties, 

the daily routines of life and 

an afternoon nap, were 

the essential components of 

her life. 

He gave us freedom to

explore the sandy beaches, dunes, trout

streams and 

the Great Lake where

he had fished and camped as a

boy.

We spent our days

swimming

for hours at a time,

we ran thorough 

the woods like wild 

Indians.

We fished in the bay 

off the end of 

the old Coast Guard dock 

at the end of 

the limerock road 

where he fished at 

the same 

age.

He gave opportunity for

unique forms of

thought patterns taken from

the world around;

deeper sorts of problem solving

made more essential

more real

  in a world parallel to but 

inclusive of 

the confines of

our ‘’everyday’’ lives. 

One day,

temperatures in the ‘20s

walking in his tracks through

three feet of snow

 the ground white 

light as feathers rising while passing by

quarter sized light wings 

drifting

slowly downward

 soft and mesmerizing.

We traveled past

the scrub oaks

a century or more

old

gnarly and twisted from

Arctic winds 

their rise and fall,

deadly cold fronts, biting winds,

great lake storms 

blown onshore,

adapted to biting cold

surviving.  

We walked to

a line of scrub pines

behind dunes running parallel to 

the lake where .,..

with food and shelter and warmth 

he left us for 

some indeterminable 

length of time

in a world of silence

to contemplate a world 

stripped of all conveniences 

wrapped in black or white

the ground softly falling through 

air 

from 

upwards.  

I Know … It Knows … I Love … Her So …

Unknown

Pretty soon

 i’ll be flyin’ the big bird to

the northern climes,
hitting the ‘motor city’ around eight
to ride with the Explorer …

Three hours later i’ll be on the sunrise side in
big pine country

watchin’ the sun rise up orangery/red shining’ low

over big lake water;
glaciers child/pure and fresh

above the eastern plane

beneath grey streaks of sliver
clouds …throwing light

across the
broad water plain from the event horizon

Brilliant!

white light beads
embedded at speeds

of light and time
streaking deep.

Blue black seething water

in light chop

breaking over the top
throwing mystery

straight at me;

funnels of light
through my face
exploding on my eyes

focused on my sight

TO my ME it
wants ME to see IT

wants ME to feel IT

wants to give TO me

IT

WANTS TO BLIND ME WITH ITS VISION and

slay me with its WONDER

i know … She knows
i love … Her so …

and

She
loves me so we know/and so ..

We go …  We go …

eternally …

i’m part of

Her and the

IT

of all She is

while

standing at the shoreline
with a cup of coffee with real cream

five feet above the distant plane
looking down on
shimmering light

moving
at my feet

feeling sun’s warmth
soft white shimmers

blown against my

face.

Don’t they call that

the solar

wind … ?

Lake Magic

Sights alive below ancient remembrance

buried deeply inside magnificent 

powerful worlds, nature’s seductive passion 

raw brilliance 

inspire irresistible forces … 

images

enticing night waves calm water

cold lapping kisses soft and sweet 

kiss after kiss after kiss … 

beckon shoreline movement, quickly 

rising passion …  pounding insistent

unseen forces stir wind and shore, glacial cold storm’s passionate heaving motion … 

Unknown

beneath magnificent visions

thought bearing forms, divine, combined whole and perfect …

one with light and darkness 

complete and torn asunder … 

expansive womb agape

wave after wave of devastating forces

give birth … pass on sand, water, air genes bearing shoreline dreams … re-creations, spectacular shapes, different faces, new beginnings, profound beauty … newly constructed sculptures

from constant motion

held captive

for the 

taking …