" Stand still in the middle of the world,
let it be Missoula,
any crossroad in the west.
You are here, alive in this place,
touching with sight
things that are smoke tomorrow."
from Alive in the World
by John Haines
I am still chewing thru the photos from our trip
to the cabin. What struck me about the photos I took
on this day was the vivid colours the green, yellows
and blues and how the birds seemed posed in
intricate sets like actors awaiting their cues.
"we become at last like trees
who stand within themselves, thinking.
And when we wake--if we do--
we come back bringing the images
of a lonely childhood: the hands
we held, the threads we unwound
from shadows beneath us;
and sounds as voices in another room
where some part of our life
was being prepared--near which we lay,
waiting for our life to begin."
from Sleep
by John Haines
