Look closely, and you will see there is a river in this desert,
a forest too..
“A lingering day was enveloped by water,
by fire, by smoke, by silence, by gold,
by silver, by ashes, by passing and there
it lay scattered, the longest of days:
the tree tumbled whole and calcified,
one century then another hid it away
until a broad slab of stone forever
replaced the rustling of its leaves”
JOURNAL NOTES
Sept 9th 2018
I’ve been thinking a lot about cycles of time + the seasons + the hand-in-hand lovers called life and death. These forces permeate our world, but their effects can be quite different depending on where I am.
Here in the desert there exists a scene of decay held in suspense…
the living leaves unmade themselves
skeletons engraven
in an endless autumn.
Yet the wheel still turns, slowly now, and life begins anew.
tree
to rock
to soil
to tree
This desert shall grow a forest again, after the long autumn of this cycle. Destruction is inevitably also a form of creation.
