Cool Morning (August Break – Day 2)

In the loam we sleep,
In the cool moist loam,
To the lull of years that pass
And the break of stars,
From the loam, then,
The soft warm loam,
We rise:
To shape of rose leaf,
Of face and shoulder.
We stand, then,
To a whiff of life,
Lifted to the silver of the sun
Over and out of the loam
A day. 

- Carl Sandburg

Impressions (August Break – Day 1)

There are days that feel like a dream… 

 

 images so distant but somehow familiar…

climb or descend?

 

 nothing is eternal, but we mark our memories…

 

 “A child said, What is the grass?”

 

“…it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves…”

“All goes onward and outward. . . . and nothing collapses…”

– Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass