colliding
worlds
the
water is as still
as
I’ve ever seen it
here
in the islands
where
the winds always blow
this
morning it’s still enough
to
see a clear reflection
of
each lacy cloud overhead
only
a hint of undulation
to
betray the remnant of a breeze
but
onshore
the
island is coming awake
a
shrill cacophony of roosters in the hills
a
dog barking incessantly from a tanker nearby
(the
poor thing’s been cooped up in there for days!)
cars
on the road honking an occasional horn
a
truck shifting gears, bouncing over a pothole
the
dull hum of an outboard in the water far away
it’s
a noisy disjointed symphony
intruding
on my quiet morning
what
I see is peaceful
what
I hear is not
ear
and eye offer colliding worlds,
perfectly
juxtaposed—
noise
and silence
motion
and stillness
busyness
and rest
the
ordinariness of everyday life
and
the deep quiet that feeds the spirit—
sometimes
the two worlds collide
sometimes
they embrace
either
way, they are inseparable
the
first is grist for the other’s mill
the
second light on the first one’s path
monday 23 january
2017 after epiphany
Penns Landing
Penns Landing
wow
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