The iris changes overnight
With leaf and flower bloom come sunrise.
And when we found this spot along the dirt road
The light in the forest called us. It wasn’t a bright light
Casting shadows, but a flat full light, an even light.
We stepped in, the world changed.
Underwater or on some other planet the iridescence
Of green to pine needle red floor was not of this world.
The rows of trees wet from an early rain, the spongy floor
And the air thick with water transported us in that
Moment. In that moment we changed because
We had never witnessed such a thing
And in that same moment we grew
For we allowed the moment to change us.
In the morning the iris will have changed again,
On its way to dying with new growth all around it.
We will grow on our way to dying changing every moment
Of every day left to us here
On planet space and time.
sweet....the journey through life is everchanging, so true
ReplyDeleteTom- and i know if i went back there today the light would have changed, the moment different, a new experience would be there waiting.
ReplyDeletethank you.
~robert
And so it is
ReplyDeleteeach moment leaving its indelible impression on us
and we on it, perhaps.
What we do, you and I together, perhaps never having a greater impression on the world, but this, our (small) acts of creation, they are our moments. So too our quiet moments of reverance in the forest. So too, even, our jumping around ones.
I am so pleased to be able to read of you how you are made, and how you remake that which has touched you.
xo
erin
erin- dearest, wonderful moments we shared that early evening in the woods.
ReplyDeletemaybe we wouldn't have seen as much if we had taken our camera's that night like you said.
your piece on that night was incredible, how you used metaphor was brilliant.
i think we remake ourselves just a bit everyday. you have remade me.
~robert
Robert -
ReplyDelete“We will grow on our way to dying”.....phew.....I’m not sure if that was an uplifting sentence, or a sad one.....
“The rows of trees wet from an early rain, the spongy floor
And the air thick with water”. Now this one - pure delicious......
Then this - “i think we remake ourselves just a bit everyday. you have remade me.” Wow. (sorry for eavesdropping.....) - pure love.....
Grete
grete- a lot of this piece has come from your piece on growth and change which got me thinking a great deal about moments.
ReplyDeleteeavesdropping allowed as i am very happy to say it all here. i laugh.