Mountain Journey

Mountain Journey

I have seen the vast mountain ranges

Covered in snow

Here I stand

A gnat amongst the Milky Way

Yet they beckon

These rising behemoths beckon

To come and see what dwells inside

See it is not just the visible beauty

There to be discovered

There is the more magnificent deep within

Waiting to be uncovered

Here, this place, is where life’s meanings are found

This place, here, is where true life resounds

I take a step

My feet sink into the snow

This process might be cold and slow

But I must take my place among the mountain tops

Movement in Pi

Movement in Pi (π)

It is a poet’s most dreaded moment

When there is nothing to write

The entire world within is dead

Which makes all things without the same

Even though the sun shines brightly

Even though the grass is being mowed

Even as the wasps and bees swirl around the window panes

And the ceiling fan just quietly keeps going around

I am much more like that fan right now

Though I don’t think dead things go in circles

So maybe there is a hope after all

Just the fact there is a movement in pi (π)

Is enough to bring a spark of life

So once again I see the plan

That even in the midst of the dreaded death

There is nothing to write, but there is nothing but life

I just love the Circle