Today marks the beginning of poetry week here at the Domain of Heas. In an effort to make more regular updates, and make good on various promises, I will be posting a new poem or reflective piece each day for seven days.
Since anyone who ever puts pen to paper in the pursuit of poetry (sorry, I'm alliterate), inevitably speaks to nature I've decided to open with one of my first reflections on it.
This untitled (self-titled?) lyric was scribbled in a notebook while on "retreat" at my dad's old place, about 20 minutes out of Parry Sound. A beatifully modest house (built my dad's own carpenter hands) on a tiny lake and surrounded with trees, it was my personal paradise. I wrote this during a moment of sheer clarity while sitting on the docks and observing the beautiful order that lies beneath the random face of nature.
Ripple...
R i p p l e . . .
R i p p l e . . .
so busy
so efficient
so determined
carrying out some important work
unseen
unknown
except perhaps to your silent partner
glinting abstractly
amongst your organized procession
carrying on unyielding
so calm
so serene
as you march on without destination
Journey without beginning
Journey without end
