Graduation!

old poem, new meaning

*I am craving the sights, sounds, and smells of Northern Minnesota.

Sanctuary
I still dream of
Water
And the sunburn on my face
The inching, climbing, moving
Through a liquid, living space
I still dream of
Fire
Of its warmth and golden rays
Of our beaten, sunswept bodies
Put to sleep beneath its gaze
I still dream of
Air
Of breathing in and breathing out
Of the fog above the early dew
And the morning whispershout
I still dream of
Nature
Of Her elements, Her skin
Teaching me, at last the art
Of living outside in

permission to speak freely

Just saw the new Star Trek movie. It was SO GOOD!

I'd like to thank my Dad for having Star Trek on all the time in our house growing up.

Props to the original Spock and Captain Kirk.

Burial Mounds Near Copenhagen

We paraded across foreign soil
Like tiny American ants:::
Driving:walking:stopping:posing:talking
The sky hung like a low, hollow barrier
And we willed the sun to penetrate
The solid cloud cover.
Beneath our blooming umbrellas we snapped
Digital flashes across damp fields,
Our pupils round and black
And empty at a distance.
As the rain receded
We retraced our steps across
The tired gray scape, no longer
Concerned with the weather
Or the mud on our shoes.