vagabonding, I spin–
adrift on the edges of time,
casting reflections
like an afterthought—
adrift on the edges of a time
that whispers of ladders to the moon,
my chimerical bubbles burst,
casting reflections
steadily westward until
they become an abstraction,
like an afterthought–
carelessly lingering in the dreamless
realm of the rising sun
I’m sure you could calculate it mathematically, but the seemingly random appearances of the moon outside my window is a mystery to me. These were taken at dawn this month from my bedroom window, which faces south–but sometimes it sets outside my kitchen window to the west, and I see it while making coffee. Sometimes I only see it early in the night or in the middle of the night when it wakes me shining through the window. Sometimes it grazes the buildings, sometimes it’s so high in the sky I have to get right against the widow and look up in order to see it.
I like the way that last photo becomes an abstract composition of geometric forms.
Colleen asked us to to write about the view outside our window for Tanka Tuesday. I’ve written in the trimeric form. I’ve also used words from the Random Word Generator.
And here’s a recent sunset from the bedroom as well.
I’m lucky to have lots of sky.