On Monday

It was the nine of diamonds
soiled and stained
at the end of my path

Today the ten of clubs
just as dirty

I dipped it in the coal creek and
gave thanks

One more card still lies
face down on the other side of the fence

Am I playing blackjack or go fish?

I have undergone a dramatic transformation in the last six weeks. I’m currently separated from my wife and have moved out of our home in Tres Piedras, New Mexico. I may be returning in the fall. For the foreseeable future my opportunities for photography and time-lapse videography are considerably diminished. I will still share what I create when I can.

In the dawn sky

the old moon
wrapped in pink silk

an owl watches silently by the bridge

silently
a pair of geese pass over

then a heron in the distance

the incessant din of morning birdsong
the incessant din of distant traffic
like my mind

under it all, the creek murmurs

before it is over–a hawk, a mallard, a robin
snatching a worm from the sidewalk
right in front of me

finally back to asphalt, a dove
mourning on the lamp post