Distant thunder in the dead of night
stirs my sleep
floats me to a level
just below consciousness
Through half-shut eyes
I can see
a bamboo grove
smell its musty dampness
feel its moist soil underfoot
then I awaken
and realize
I'm still in New Jersey
stirs my sleep
floats me to a level
just below consciousness
Through half-shut eyes
I can see
a bamboo grove
smell its musty dampness
feel its moist soil underfoot
then I awaken
and realize
I'm still in New Jersey
6 comments:
I believe I see light in the distance on that path.
I can't tell the perspective in the photo ... are we looking up or down those steps?
Hah! Good question. I never noticed the ambiguous perspective. Actually, it's looking up the steps (if memory serves).
New Jersey Bamboo Steps
Up
Down
Awake
Dreaming
Half Full,
Half Empty,
Who Knows?
What a great picture. I just assumed the steps were going up, but after kitty's comment I saw they were also going down.
Bueatiful poem Michael!
Thanks so much for your poem and kind words, Lone Wolf!
This really moved me...something about stairs representing the beaten path...
Your site will always be my guilty pleasure :)
Thanks, LB, and good to hear from you!
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