Friday, July 18, 2008



"Standing on the bare ground -- my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinte space, -- all mean egoism vanishes. I become a transparent eyeball. I am nothing. I see all. The currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or particle of God"
--Ralph Waldo Emerson

Not quite that, but early the other morning I went out on my back porch to switch my laundry and caught some nice light against the cliff. The sun was shining, but there were some darkish clouds forming, fueling hope for rain. (It did not, of course, rain.)

As far as back porch views go, mine is not bad. I've had much worse. Having grown up in a mostly flat Central Florida, I still find myself moved occasionally by the mountains that surround me. That morning was one of those times. The moment seemed to demand the sensibilities of a poet. So here's my haiku:
Summer desert morn
Socks and underwear drying
Wild heat hours away


L said...

That light is incredible. No wonder artists are always raving about the light in the southwest. That's a damn nice view.

comprehension said...

After reading all your blog entries, I must say I enjoy your writing style (voice). Can I share a favorite short story of of mine by Huxley that is along your line? We can all learn something from the masters... I don't know... I was re-reading this story tonight and it reminded me of some of your humor. Here is the URL of the story:

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