"Inspiration Tree" (Hot Springs National Park, February 2008)

"Inspiration Tree" (Hot Springs National Park)

 

 

 

 

 

Inspiration
is quicksand that takes you down to rock solid
truth. She cannot be called up from within –
she comes from some place outside of us.

She is the smoke that curls upward

from an all-night fire that will die in the daylight.

The evanescing mist rising from a river.

A winter tree whose black shadow creeps,

long like fingers, over the deep crusted snow.

She is wispy cirrus clouds that appear,

then disappear. The longed for rains

over the Serengeti. She is full of grace –

the blur of a deer as she escapes the hunter.

She is born of silence on the wings of an owl.

She is ephemeral – like the brief bloom

of a desert flower. She causes the sunflower

to bow before the sun; the vine to spiral.

She is a pebble tossed into a great lake ) ) ) )

where ripples ) ) ) ) ) form ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) )

then ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) radiate ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) far

beyond ) ) ) ) the shore ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) )

 

 

 

 

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