The Medium

The poems in this section, "The Medium," are about nature and/or my relationship with nature.


Can We Be Friends Please?

Transparent air here I see
Immobile winds carry the sea
Fresh sea odors linger in my nose
Pristine and clear I suppose

As I walked towards the sea
I noticed it was ignoring me
So I grabbed a stone with my hand
The sea tried to grab me but grabbed the sand

I backed off and walked away
Even though I sensed it wanted me to stay
The limbs of the trees waved me down
The wind woke up making a familiar sound

Translucent air I now see
It did not really bother me
Walking in a cold sauna pool
The air became very cool

I walked to the sea again
Like walking through a stranger's den
Somewhere in between the sea and trees
I kindly asked, "Can we be friends, please?"



Grass, Trees, Lake, and Seagulls

Green grassy grounds surrounds you around peace
Peace and peace of mind
Towering trees tremble in the cold rainy night
Nights of silence

Am I really here? The mind can seem so absent
Disappear from the world, Disappear from yourself

Laughing lake likes you to look at its waves
Push me away or grab me to stay
Flocks of seagulls in flight settle onto the water
Water is the way

I am here. Thoughts are present
Reappear into the world, come back into my thoughts



Is as It Is

Opening the windows of light brings in the spirits of spring
Weaving throughout all the trees, which tower above me like kings
Paper rays of sunlight find their way through the cotton clouds
Under the dry leaves I find as much green grass the ground allows

The sun is hidden
The window shade of tomorrow shuts
Shining through the holes
Giving the horizon paper-cuts

Covert morning passes us by as the pond lets out a sigh
Ambitious afternoon adds a touch of drizzle from the sky
And the evening's angry warm winds tremble the trees where they stay
Clouds obscure the moon and its illumination that strays

Everything is as it is



Person, Place, and Thing

The night's cold follows you to bed
As the wind makes its way through the hanging tree limbs
You lie down on the bed thinking of the things the wind said
"Walk through me peacefully, walk throughout the world harmlessly."

You wake up to hear a bird on a dancing tree limb calling your name gracefully

You wander out into the misty forest
Nature snapping at your neck and legs
The bugs watch you pass through their home graciously
Up a hill you then follow your mind
You're back to what you left behind

Turning around you hear a whoosh and feel an unnatural wind blow through your hair
You walk until there is no more ground
The modest lake you're by asks you to leave when it begs you to stay
You then start to pick up a flat rock and spread your arm to your side
You unleash the rock and watch it skip across the jagged lake

Turning around again you walk back to your soft friend to see yourself sleeping where you left off
You then lay yourself next to your best friend



Presque Isle

The steady fading in and out beat of the waves hitting the rocks of the shoreline
In a hammock with leaves from a tree limb shading my eyes from the subtly moving Sun
I wish I could be there anytime I wanted
Anytime my mind feels overwhelmed by my self-induced stressful life

Family in a speech lengths reach
My dog, Poppy, resting contently at my side
The sporadic noises of watercraft to break any monotony
But even with this monotony, I am not bored

Still never free from my mind which summons my attention perpetually
But I can live with that in Presque Isle
Tranquil and serene
Infinite scenery, everlasting peace



Mother Nature

A cool, refreshing, honest breeze, on this, the month of May
The longly awaited, surreal odor of pollen came today
In a chair, sitting, lying, paralyzed
A moment of absent thoughts and lack of motion synthesized

Spring is reincarnated annually into the same form
When it's killed by physics, it's by the same means reborn

For the seasons are wiser than us
We are at war with each other
After moderate weather we lust
The seasons' wrath brought on us by life's mother

We are now both humans and nature's sympathizers; Mother Nature
Eventually we surrender because we remember we are all her creatures



Vernal Equinox

I await the dawning of luxurious spring
Fasting from false noises of the equinox
Oh, how I adore the songs from the feathered species
To wake up to the chirps at 5AM does not bother me

The tranquil sound of a warm rain can be heard on the rooftop and pouring out of the gutters
Collecting it in a pasta jar
Just because I can
Standing in its omnipresent path to feel like I exist

The air now fresh
And my body cool and refreshed
A new beginning
The year's rebirth
The rejuvenation of my own emotions



The Solstices

The solstices are Yin and Yang
With winter comes bitter pain
The summer's spiritual Enlightenment comes forth into the hemisphere
The people gather into the Earth's warm care

Clean snow of December are at first welcomed
Change is healthy, essential, and inevitable
But, oh, how we get jaded fast
Like a child with a Christmas present

June is of no difference
Warm days coupled with relieving water
The saturated air forces beads of sweat on your forehead
Which trickle down to join other beads and it gains momentum until you're just as jaded

I look forward to each season
Each for a different reason



The Ancient Land

This is an ancient land
Glowing with azure light
Mysteries lie under the sand
Taking consciousness to a new height

Solid Earth, unified water
In conjunction, synchronized
My alma mater
Senses grow in size

To escape, to flee
To return, to mourn
This land I envy
Will never be reborn