Float & Drive.
by Joe Geidel
Two travel poems and observations on oneness.
float.
By Joseph L. Geidel | 15 August 2022
somewhere beyond everywhere,
out on lake winnipesaukee –
crossing a boundary not on a map,
but in the mind,
human invention sinks beneath the waters.
nature’s intention remains.
put aside the dogma,
it’s not good here anyhow.
the bald eagle soars over head,
not thinking of itself or its national significance,
but a captive of hunger
in the universe
plunging down to the place where lake and sky meet –
as I dip my toes into the fish bowl native world.
heat pours down from above.
cold radiates from below.
satisfaction in happy medium –
the middle way.
not a thought in sight.
it all melts together
and away
in one wild fluid membrane
with no name.
i call her mother.
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drive.
By Joseph L. Geidel | 15 August 2022
driving alone,
traveling home,
i ascend the mountainside.
i watch the maple trees give way to conifers –
the evergreens.
the alpine landscape is serene.
when the winds settle,
everything stands still.
the only sound I hear is the whisper of my breath –
a ticking time clock to remind me of the moments that make up a day
and the days that make up a lifetime.
the catskill sky lies open
and empty
blue.
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