Sunday, June 24, 2018
Highway 2, Mile Marker 25
from
NOTEBOOK: NEW MEXICO
January, 2016
Highway 2, Mile Marker 25
A few of us
take the back roads
at the edge
of the edge
of the world.
Saturday, June 23, 2018
GYPSY POET TOUR (1): Old Man, Traveling
GYPSY POET TOUR (1)
Old Man, Traveling
The light this
morning.
Some wind. All
things
behind me, all
things
ahead. Even
the birds urge me
on.
Friday, June 22, 2018
Entering Roswell
Thursday, June 21, 2018
Highways 70/380, Mile Marker 316
from
NOTEBOOK: NEW MEXICO
January, 2016
Highways 70/380, Mile
Marker 316
This highway goes on
forever and I go with it.
Can you hear me now?
Wednesday, June 20, 2018
GYPSY POET TOUR (2)
Tuesday, June 19, 2018
Highways 70/380, Mile Marker 311
from
NOTEBOOK: NEW MEXICO
January, 2016
Highways 70/380, Mile
Marker 311
The grass
holds
the snow
and won't
let go.
Why
would it?
Sunday, June 17, 2018
IF THERE WAS
If there was a God, perhaps
he sneezed, or there was a Big
Bang. It doesn't really matter.
It is. We are.
Something flies
away from us at great speed
and beyond that the Great
Attractor takes us. And the
Great Attractor itself is
taken -- by what or whom, we
do not know.
And I'm speaking
only of this half of things.
For there is even more
off to the right-hand side of
the universe, and maybe
more in the up and down
from here. Who's to say how much?
And what of dark matter,
what of the blacked energy
we cannot see?
The more we think
we know, the more we find there is
to learn. Yet at the speed
it flies from us we cannot know
anything for certain.
All we can say is: If there was
a God, perhaps he sneezed, or -- .
