They say fresh air is good for the mind
it removes the dust settled on your thoughts
you can see again how it once shone
and recognize
where you once were
but do make sure
you know your fresh air
that it is not coming from another
inside
but an open mind
I walked through the city today and brought along an old friend, my Nikon D700. I have not used it in a while, but like many old friends, I still knew how to turn it on and what buttons to push.
Like most Sunday mornings, there were not many people around, which made it easier to ignore them. People are interesting, but I prefer the spaces they leave behind. The empty streets with all that is left tell many stories; I don’t need the noise from whoever left it.
I just like to look at the one that supports me
We all walk in mist
into the mist
used to the closeness
of what we step on
the outlines
of where we think
we are going
Some levers you just want to use
to see the effect
even if you know it
Is it the color
is it the crooked
is it the number
is it decay
did you choose
or did the choice choose you
The handle only turns itself loose
while the waters drain my empty inside
I keep turning with hope
but should let go
get a grip
on what is loose
I walked a road tomorrow, and there was no one.
But it was an emptiness, the kind that hides a void where someone belongs.
Something should be there waiting for me, on the side of that road
Even if it is just a wish, I will wait tomorrow.
I remember that high lookout from where I had an overview of the room that was my life.
Heavy freight I lifted and moved over obstacles from up there.
I sometimes look back at that memory and see the old stairs going up, remembering all those times when I was looking down and to the other side of the hall where my future slowly grew.
I wish it were safe to go up there now, all these years later, and see where my future ended by the time I left that room.
I hope you understand
where I stand
without standing here
where I stand
I cannot see if you are home
from where I stand
some distance might work
or you can open up
let in some fresh air
In the meanwhile
I will look for a door
If you look down
the road up is quite transparent
as long as you keep going
and enjoy the steps taken
you will reach a top
I look at the roof
of the building you build
with words
I am not sure if I look down on it
or that your roof is so slanted
to cover all sides
from the erosion my words
will inflict
overtime
Do you see all those lines
they go somewhere
and nowhere
I try to climb above bright lights
and tempting ideas
the stark shadows they throw
together
distract the corners of my eyes
they twitch
I hope above there
the height will distract
and the view enough
Going down
turn around
that easy
Nochrisis 