Thursday, July 27, 2017

A New Place

Every day,
I'm in a new place.

I awake to the sunshine,
for that day.

The bright beams
dispersed from over 92,000,000 miles away,
make landfall to each blade of grass
upon this rock of earth and water
crawling, streaming, galloping
with life.

Everywhere,
there is life.
Some still undiscovered by us human creatures
who roam this rock.

The giant star 
warms our skins.
It lights our paths.
Our bodies and the earth
respond to its life-giving pulses.

As I move through the day,
I am in a new place
each second.
That space is new
only
for that momentary ruffle
in time.
All the ruffles
then cascade and ripple
making a river of time,
gorging renewed
places in history.

If I had a door
through which I could pass back and forth through time,
would I change the past
and thus the present and the future?

Or would I be like the sun?
Simply rise and set,
observe,
indifferent;
yet sustaining the life that is present
in that moment.

I know the sun can be deadly too.
Its indifference is austere,
like the rest of nature.
Stark.
Naked.
Raw.

Science estimates that Sun will burn out
in another five billion years.

Unless our indifference
kills Sun sooner.

I think though,
we would be the first to go.


cwelch
october 8, 2014

~*~

~giant star,  roan highlands, december's end, 2013~


~roan highlands, december's end, 2013, photo by elijah & friends~


Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Tribe: The Abled-Differently

We are the
abled-differently.

It takes much effort to perform simple daily
tasks.
That fact is a given. It is not the
exception.
We know it well. So, we
adapt.
We don't have to explain or justify our
limitations.
We know each of us are doing the best we can on any given
day.

We find humor in our circumstances. And together we
laugh.
We get tired of the struggle. And together we
cry.
Together, we honor each
tear.
We don't try to make the tears go
away.
We don't try to fix each
other.
We don't offer each other unsolicited
advice.

We are well acquainted with
isolation.
We have each become our own best
friend.
We have learned to give in without giving
up.
We don't feel sorry for each
other.
We feel an unspoken bond that goes beyond understanding - it is a
knowing.

We are the
abled-differently.


7/01/2017

~*~
At times I envision myself living with others
Who physically move as I do
The smallest tasks are undertaken
With deliberate concentration and effort

That image is a fantasy
Most my tribes are fantasies 
And I'm okay with that 
But parts of them are realities
~*~

~*~
In a sense...
Are not we all abled-differently?
In various hats and contexts?
~*~