Altitude Perspective
High above the Rockies,
snow covered and daunting,
cars wind snakelike
through the pass.
Their destinations unknown.
Each person feels the importance
of the journey–
some nervous–grip the wheel,
others listen to the beat,
many lost in thought.
From the moon,
no cars appear,
the Rockies
but a faint patch of white.
On Mars,
Terra Nova billions
are nothing but a shining speck.
Onward into space
the solar system
and its billions of stars
slowly disappear into faintness.
The trials and tribulations
become historical micro-moments
of no import.
But wait,
I have an important meeting
I must make
Comment: Frankly, many of us believe our trials and tribulations are extremely important. Human nature is quite egocentric. I attempt to generate some thought on this topic through a bit of humor at the end.
Late Spring Snow
Shakespeare on this day
might have queried,
“Oh Spring, where art thou?”
"White" layers the mountainsides
and the valleys.
Though May Day is almost upon us,
the flakes fall in inches.
But Utahns bear
no surprise
for the blanket will melt
into nourishing liquid,
feeding the soil and reservoirs.
Within mere days
the temperatures will rise
to 70° and more–
this day a passing memory.
Oh, how I long
for more such forgotten days
where strife and sadness
bore no weight.
where the scourges of life
are soon forgotten.
But on this particular day,
this moment,
all is right.
Comment: The yard care guys were out mowing the next day. The snow had melted. It was 78° on the weekend.
Early May Ride
The chill of the air
declares that summer
is not yet here.
No haze or tumultuous clouds,
only the blue of the May sky
and the peaks of the mountains
covered in white.
An hour must pass
before day-workers
arrive for their jogs and bike rides.
The serenity of the trail
remains uninterrupted.
Following a brief time to capture the moment,
goose bumps on the rider
signal the time to cease writing
and to ride on.
Comment: A paved bike trail runs besides our townhouse. I usually take a note pad with me and stop at one of the benches to write. This particular day was brisk. However, an hour later the air was quite comfortable to ride in.
The Marathon
Children dash.
Excitement
exudes from every pore.
Even stern words
barely slow them down.
With aging bones and timidity
adults walk and later
stumble along the path.
Unannounced,
the magic moment arrives
when the hesitant
dash as never before.
Comment: Obviously, we are talking about eternal things here. In a sense, we all are running a marathon until the final moment, or is it?