Monday, September 7, 2015

Incarnations: One View


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.  reflection is a reminder

that our origins, real and perceived, 
memorize all paths we consider with
trepidation.  past, present, and future
are siblings of incarnations we 
create with breadth, if not reason.

Photo/Poem © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker 
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