While at work, I noticed a tiny red dot on a green prickly pear cactus. Without any others was this single tiny lady bug a metaphor of loneliness? Where did she come from? Why was there only one? I will return later to see if she remains.
Invisible Life
Invisible life could be what is unknown about any one of us. It also speaks of a scale that hides in plain sight. Everywhere small things go unnoticed and like a good book, remain invisible until read. Life is a powerful force that is often veiled in scale until we take the time to discover its secrets.
The Bench
Bolted to a sidewalk, it is easy to blend in to observe the passing days and nights. In fact being a street bench doesn’t allow much else. Being alone with a vitamin store and lamp post for company might, to a casual observer appear to be a lonely way to mark time. Everyone has heard, “…if these walls could talk.” If walls could talk, would that be something a street bench might do? What would a street bench say? This street bench sits near a tidy corner on Pine Street. There is a phone booth near by when most people do their talking on cell phones, being a phone booth doesn’t require much more effort than keeping a street bench, vitamin store and a lamp post company.... to be continued
Into the Night
Alone at night on a dark street that keeps its secrets. What fate will she encounter, what evil lurks…only darkness knows the night.
Nightlife
The full moon, marble like, rolls across a star blanket, a celestial mirror reflecting soft distant solar beams back to earth to give poets something to do with their insomnia.
Oak Sunset
The gift of twilight colors give way to shades of grey and black, an interlude to await the celebration of dawn and the colors of the new day.
Grape Jam
A bee is not aware of color beyond what the hues say in a language only bees understand. It is all about the work of gathering; a selfless, brief existence that is driven by duty and knows only its small part but is a supreme master of its niche. In that course, that single task generates goodness in ways diverse, complex, and vital to so many realms beyond its own. The end result is that one single bee blind to anything but his duty confers a promise. It is all about small things that allow our existence the luxury of being able to take for granted this and many other small things. Could it be that everything we do in our daily existence has effects unknown to us in ways similar to that of a bee?
Take a closer look at the American servicemembers who have died in the wars in Afghanistan, Iraq, and in other related conflicts around the world. Official deaths confirmed by the Pentagon; may be different than numbers that appear in media reports due to delays in Pentagon confirmation and/or inclusion of deaths outside of Iraq and Afghanistan.