Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Reflection In The Sand


when we came upon the carcass,
dust and maggots in mass, the heavens 
opened to tears and prayer, silent

though they were, 

and no one dared speculate on 
cause or danger ahead. each 
piece of flesh that becomes 
nourishment becomes a gift to 
something, these creatures, 
this earth of recycled givens 
taken for granted 
by sheer existence. 

decomposition is the 
creation of chaos, 
the bundled horror 
of what we imagine 
as our fate.

Poem ©2012 R. Burnett Baker 
Photo ©2012 R. Burnett Baker 
Photo taken by R. Baker, October, 2011 Lake Buchanan, Texas. 


  1. the header image . . . gasp! rick the words today . . . breathtaking . . . i think that this is one of your best pieces ! wow dude!!! steven

    1. Thank you Steven! I've had this photo since last fall. some of the images I took at the dried up Lake Buchanan are sobering on many levels. thank you for your thoughts about this piece!

      the header is a wildflower I sprinkled seeds for last fall and photographed....only a few came up, but I'll try again this summer.