About Here & About Now

(C) R.L.K.

Here is where the wind has been known
to blow wildly for days, even weeks,
bringing rain with it: hard, slanting rain
from a low gray sky. Here is also where we are,
or sometimes are, for a mind may be elsewhere,
thinking, imagining, picturing something there,
arriving through the form of possible facts
at the form of a world that is, really, possible.
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Now it is evening; it is warm
and windy, and you have crossed
a wilderness of distance, from street to street.
A soft, small rain is falling, slowly,
into shadows blandished by the lamplight.

It is not quite spring, of course,
but no longer winter. You are weary
of thoughts of the past, and not ready
to think of the future, simply moving,
quietly, in a world somewhere between.

Upon the Path

(C) R.L.K.

Time is an intrinsic and measurable medium only in the realm of matter; in the realm of consciousness time is only a principle of perspective. - George Santayana

1.
February dawn --
Perched on a lamppost a crow
Guards the empty street.

2.
After a cold rain,
Thin beams of sunlight stream down
Upon wet awnings.

3.
One more old poet
Walks across the drifted snow --
Where did the years go?