Thursday, August 20, 2015



It's movement in the corner of my eye,
wind catching a tree in early morning 
darkness;  watching leaves rustle in 
a pre-storm gale outside the window 
in silence.  Recollection is it's reminder

that our origins, real and perceived, 
garnish all paths we consider with
each footstep.  Past, present, and future
are simultaneous siblings of incarnations
we create with breadth and reason.

Photo/Poem © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker 
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