Tag Archive for ‘black & white’

Shadow Cast

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A small corner of the sky peeks around concrete walls
While shadows dance along a vertical stage
Their silhouettes flung into existence by a neighboring star
Burning for billions of years
So that this moment

Here

This portrait for the eyes

Here

This experience for the mind

Here

Can be captured
And remembered
And perhaps forgotten

But the narrative abides
Beyond the dying of the day
Beyond the falling of the shadows
Beyond the here

Photograph and Prose copyright Mike Yost 2016

Where Land and Sea Converge

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I stand on slippery stones
As a brisk breeze cuts across the cove
Seaweed peeking between my toes
Waves crashing against bare ankles

A stranded starfish abandoned in its wake

A salty zephyr forces open my lungs
And I breathe in
Slowly
For the first time
In years

The starfish struggles on slippery rocks

A dangling star warms my naked shoulders
And I breathe out
Slowly
For the first time
In years

I liberate my stranded friend
Now nestled neatly in my palm
Now an orphan of the vast ocean
When something pokes at the skin

I turn my friend onto its back
Very gently
A row of tiny legs curl and swell and vacillate
Like little white needles trying to thread the sky

And I smile at nature’s ingenuity
For the first time
In years

The sand feels cool and coarse against my feet
As I place my orphaned companion
Very gently
Far away from slippery stones

It quickly buries itself beneath the wet sand
Hiding from an indignant sun
Finding respite
Where land and sea converge

Photograph and Prose copyright Mike Yost 2016

In Silent Reflection

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Time runs like lines in the sand
Carving deep valleys into the earth
Where patterns emerge
As the symmetry of the universe surfaces
In silent reflection

This phenomena of consciousness is conceived
A being among billions of beings, yanked forward by time
The manifold soon to collapse with the swipe of fleshless fingers
The grains of sand rolling and tumbling and crashing into the unknown

Where future and past are ubiquitous
Waiting patiently for time to wake yet again
For the patterns to emerge yet again
For the symmetry of the universe to sing
Another preface to oblivion

Photograph and Prose copyright Mike Yost 2016

Time Flies

Time Flies

Fugit irreparabile tempus,”
Virgil once wrote
The delicate fingers of a Roman poet
Penning a gentle reminder
To live mindfully

Those same ink-stained fingers
Now sunk deep into the belly of the Earth

But the idea remains
The idea flourishes
Two millennia later
As I gaze at an inert typewriter
As I type these words on my laptop
As you read each line

Time flees into the void
If only to remind us of the now
The transitory
The mist that disappears at dawn

Photograph and Prose copyright Mike Yost 2016

Alone in the Company of Ice and Rock

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Alone in the company of ice and rock
Walking among mute and ancient companions
Elements that have roamed the Earth before life itself
Long before weary men left their footprints in the snow
Long before frantic men created the gods who then created the elements

Walking deeper into the cold shadow of the mountain’s crooked peak
A fragile tranquility settles beneath frozen feet
As the distant boom of ice cracking and falling and shattering against cliffs shakes the sky

This is a delicate peace, unearthed and solidified in frigid solitude
Far away from the ceaseless posturing of frenzied egos
Far away from compassion and empathy left inert and powerless
Far away from men made mad by other mad men

The feet turn numb and black as the cold chews away at once-pink flesh
The feet turn north to be enveloped by this profound and lonely serenity
To be slowly embraced by these ancient and steadfast companions
To be forever alone in the company of ice and rock

Photograph and Prose copyright Mike Yost 2016