Slipping past the pyramid in Memphis at dawn. Moving toward the full moon as the quiet dark waters of the Mississippi rush underneath my wheels. Early morning. At sunrise, the water is smooth as glass. A jet airplane rises through the morning air. Morning purple as a crushed rose. The river as calm as glass. Quiet as sleep. The sky and her twin, the river, run toward the horizon. Where the river touches the sky, she blushes and the dawn comes.
The book is divided into four sections.
Abstract Art:
Digital Dreams
China:
Water Lilly
Blessings:
Spirituality
I wake beside the wide blue waters which suffer me to drink them in and sweat out bird song and mirrored clouds. ************************* Lakes like chips of ice scattered across the face of the city. Each a shattered mirror piece of an open sky. Kayakers slipping past the shore into the morning calm. As the sun struggles to rise the peace is broken the wind rises and the water's calm belongs to past. A thousand wavelets break the mirror into ever tinier pieces until at last there is no more reflection. But the morning breeze brings cool relief after the sticky heat of a tropical summer. ******************************** Blessings folded over and pasted in a scrapbook ************* 27 July 2007 Steps in the dark a black pool calls and I go to it. Seeking the embers hidden there for the night is still and breezeless and the vast pool unmoving and the lights of silent house are captured by a black mirror. A moonless summer night. Humid air wet as a kiss. Dawn like crushed petals on the horizon. She artfully rises revealing fire and clouds and white egrets skimming over the liquid mirror. A fresh wake from a slow, fat boat rocks the rushes against the shores and bobs the ducks up and sown and dips the head of ancient turtle in and out of the drink. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Candied Rainbows and Feathered Kisses. We awoke at dawn, all dewy and warm. I saw a white cloud floating in the still waters of an inland sea and I was astonished.
