(re)incarnations
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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