Let’s see, this blog is purportedly about “Real. Life. Miniatures.” and I have so far managed to work each thought piece through the lens of my collection of models, but this post really has nothing to do with any of that. Here goes…

February, 2014

You girl
“friend”
are the emerald forest
of dew-drop youth,
dark and wet
and mossy-soft,
where water runs murmuring
through shadows
and slanting shafts
of misty light
that penetrate
the canopy,
dappling the lichen-splotched rocks below.

I enter
this echoing space
in hushed awe
of something wild,
bent on finding
and snaring
something fast
and lovely
and fleeting,
that I might live
and feel alive.

When the bird is in the hand
it feels like
I have won
at life,
but…
…for how long?
Until the next chase,
which begins
somewhere in my calculations
even as the fresh gore
still drips sweetly
from my over-worked lips.

You, mate,
are the beautiful orchard,
even and flowering.
You need water and care
but your bounty is no mystery.
The chase is over.
The hunt is done.
Harvest moon
fragrance and fruits
over warm dirt
bugs spinning the light
on the porch at dusk
children still playing in the balm
of the warm night.
You are my slow joy,
long lasting,
to be treasured, savored and appreciated
anew
with each passing season
until they stop.