A whole note,
like the Tao
of all that is.
You come to me
radiant and round,
all that is and has been, is here right now.
Majestic sphere you are…
sustained, omnipresent and
I sense without needing to explain.
We roam the sandy edges of Big River
looking for shells and stones.
When we retreat to look at our treasures,
you reveal yourself in validation.
The ancestors and stars are
a sphere in a photograph;
evidence of what is,
not what is questioned.
Journal prompt: Try taking lots of photographs and see if you catch any orbs or unexplained colors, beams of light, and shadows. How do you feel about your camera shots? Write about your interest in (or lack of) things that show up in photos. Even if you’re not interested in the paranormal, orbs, angels, or unexplained phenomenon, write about the quality of light. Let me know how it goes!
Poetry and photography credits: Susan E. Rowland