life support

"Time weighs down on you like an old, ambiguous dream. You keep on moving, trying to slip through it. But even if you go to the ends of the earth, you won't be able to escape it. Still, you have to go there - to the edge of the world. There's something you can't do unless you get there." ~H. Murakami

Kabekona Lake. It feels like the edge, the end. I will always come back to that place: for the view, for the peace of mind, for the feeling of ground beneath my feet.



And for the trees:

"Old Bruce"

How impressive, Old Bruce
Your spread of
Knobby knuckle roots
And gnarly, troll-nosed bark
How old, how tall,
How wise must you be?
Your arms sag
And your back curves gently
Beneath your piney beard
How you must love to
Cast your shadow on this ground
And breathe in the ageless
Life support
Of sun and soil