Across the Great Distance

Winds gust from the south

pushing the flood tide

into gravel reaches,

soaking the stone feet

of an ancient rock wall

with images carved

by all that’s gone before,

vigilant in what is yet to come

and from this place between

past writ and future dream

I call to you, joining us

across the great distance

with all the desire of rock and sea

to be alive in just this moment.

 

 


 


9 Responses to “Across the Great Distance”

  1. Les Sinclair says:

    This poem spoke to me this morning.
    Thank you for your creativity and blessings.

    Les Sinclair

  2. Bill Dare says:

    Good to share this moment w/ you, Brother.

    Blessings,
    Snowy

  3. In New Mexico, in this record-setting year, there has been a lot of looking at the past. Worst drought on record. Largest wildfire on record. Most ash flow into lakes and rivers. Coupled with that is deep concern for the future of water and beauty of the area and for people who live here. I can see the Ancient Ones, the Anasazi, smile at this past/future kerfuffle. So, yes, I join you in this moment, the all-there-is of reality, and I smile.

  4. Pat Fitzsimmons says:

    Yes Don, I can feel the ocean’s spray and coolness of the rock.
    I am here…..

  5. Athena Coleman says:

    The natural world is the true artist and I give thanks for it and for your expression of it in your poems. Reading this filled me with the muted colors of nature and lightened my heart. Thank you!

  6. Elaine says:

    I AM THERE. WE’RE ALL THERE! 🙂

  7. Pichay says:

    I am here now. I receive your calling, Don. I join you.

  8. I love the images. Am reminded in our vast unknown there is actually no time distance or space only the unreality of it. Sometimes a poem is just beauty of its words and that’s enough. This is one to savor.

  9. Sandy Jensen says:

    I’m a fan of rock art poetry!

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