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Today is what I

Have.  Tomorrow is far off.

The wind will take me.

 

I’d rather have the

Cool breeze and warm air to take

Me to tomorrow

 

Will you join me in

Tomorrow?  We’ll need each other’s

Company today.

 

C L Couch

 

 

Dirk Ingo Franke – Own work, CC BY-SA 2.0 de, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=2355854

Buller, Erin (11 July 2008). “Capturing the Wind”. Uinta County Herald. Archived from the original on 31 July 2008. Retrieved 4 December 2008. “The animals don’t care at all. We find cows and antelope napping in the shade of the turbines.” – Mike Cadieux, site manager, Wyoming Wind Farm

 

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Small Reveries for a Tuesday Afternoon

Small Reveries for a Tuesday Afternoon

 

The coffee pours like witches brew

Twirling steam as in a cauldron

Or frozen nitrogen,

Disassembling

For a movie or a manufactured haunted house

How can I help but think of magic

And then

A million years ago

 

I don’t know what was happening

No one does except

The players and, well, you know

If one can speak playful of one’s

Creator

 

There was no time

No word, machine, or measure

There was no language but

What was spoken in the trees

Or as the water met the oxygen above

A dance of air

 

Creatures spoke

We know, we study their voice boxes

And the whole thing about the trees falling

In forests without our presence

Yes, they make noise

As nearly all things do

 

Our attendance is not required

Our participation does not make belief

We may try to lock up faith

But like ancient sounds

That happened without us (I’m saying)

Faith has a purpose for all senses

We can shut it out

Its existence remains unaffected

And all songs, all expressions of it

Persist

 

Yesterday, today, this moment and—

Until apocalypses—

The next one

 

The final time will measure

All things unmeasurable

And render choice a quiet science

All pointing and all chances done

Because what has been signaled

Will arrive

 

Though grace will last, I think

Up until the consequences

And a little after

In the denouement of

Revelation

We may choose

Once more for forever

 

C L Couch

 

 

This picture shows a fossilized dinosaur egg. Just below the dinosaur egg is a ruler to help get an idea of its size. Dinosaur eggs have been found at over 200 different sites around the world. For more interesting information on dinosaur eggs check out our dinosaur fossil facts page.

http://www.sciencekids.co.nz/pictures/dinosaurs/bones/dinosauregg.html

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I Am Born Each Day

I Am Born Each Day

(so are you)

 

I don’t know what to write about

Today

Do you?

If so, please tell me

Write me

Hah!

 

Sometimes I get confused when I awake

If it took a while, the sleep world

To enter,

Then I’ll struggle upon leaving

That happened this morning

Where I was is where I thought I am

 

When making worlds, there is clothing

To consider

What kind of food, what kind of time

To have in there

Today, morning light

The real thing

Broke in

Overtaking everything

Painting the dream away

I faced a blank wall

I guess I’ll have to use my own materials

To make a work of it

It’s bright outside

There is good help available

I simply have to turn, take up a brush to try

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash

 

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First Snowfall

First Snowfall

 

It’s a muffled Sunday morning

That started late last night

With the first snowfall of the season

I brushed off the car as best I could

And started the slow drive back

From friends’ to my apartment

It’s the kind of snow that gathers as it falls

The kind that quiets everything

Except reports of shovels on the walks

Especially at night, these are louder

Once inside, I heard them for a while

Counting out the measure

Of a post-lapsarian world

 

C L Couch

 

 

Kairo Kiitsak‏ @kairokiitsak

Moderate snowfall in parts of #Estonia this evening 19.03.2018. #libetee #lumi

 

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Good Morning, Teacher

Good Morning, Teacher

 

A wizard without a monarch

Spells to cast for no one

Lessons offered in an empty room

So Merlin retires

 

A teacher in an empty classroom

Someone standing on the shore alone

Where is Miranda

For Prospero to teach about

The wider world?

 

We need learners

We need to serve the cause

In animated bone and blood and flesh

Mentors require mentees

Can you imagine Mister Chips

Without someone to say good-bye?

 

I can’t

I don’t want to

It’s not a crave for audience

The universe is crowded

It’s someone who comes into the room

Asks a question

Just right for a leading answer

An educator’s reply, meant for

Engagement

Let’s begin

 

C L Couch

 

 

Helen Mirren as Prospero in The Tempest

https://theiapolis.com/movie-2SSZ/the-tempest/gallery/helen-mirren-as-prospera-in-the-tempest-2010-1043899.html

Source: The Official Trailer

 

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Invoke the Fool

Invoke the Fool

 

Sometimes a fool is needed

A clown of God

Call the fool

We are foolish in the wisdom of the world

These parts are nothing new

But I don’t like the notion

Of my own foolishness

 

I trained in clowning once

Wore the clothes and make-up

And took my act out there

You know, where you are

 

It was all right

It didn’t hurt

And I didn’t hurt anyone else

Maybe we did some good, together

But it’s a squeamy feeling, all the same

 

Not to talk

Not to eat or drink

Were not the hard parts

It was the openness to whatever:

 

I might be laughed at

Though that was the point

But, depending on the working preposition,

With or at?

 

Then there was

The brittleness, the fragility

In scorn

 

But faith is something funny

Faith in me, faith in you

Faith in God

Faith in humanity

Faith in Earth

No evidence required

But that we cannot sense

The more we demand material,

The more we lose the energy

Lopsiding the equation

 

Fair is foul

And foul is fair

But it’s not that even, either

For faith finally

Is not a seesaw, evened out

But requires all

All we have to risk

For something evidenced so poorly

 

Who would believe this anywhere,

Anyone

But a fool!

 

C L Couch

 

notes

 

There is a sad and beautiful story by Tomie dePaola called The Clown of God.

 

Fair is foul, and foul is fair:

Hover through the fog and filthy air.

—the witches in Macbeth

 

 

(image)

By ingawh, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=45210850

Stratford Upon Avon

 

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Western Movie Theatre in Oxford, Ohio

Western Movie Theatre in Oxford, Ohio

 

There was a summer when

I felt especially alone

I was at school

Everyone else was gone

So I went to the movies

Two dollars for admission

 

For two dollars, I saw The Last Starfighter

Then on another night, Highlander

Music by Queen

Sci-fi reigned, I guess

Taking me somewhere I wasn’t,

Which at the time was really

Needful like coal

For an empty furnace

 

It’s no longer there

The theatre or the summer

I got an X from the marquee

Before everything shut down

 

C L Couch

 

 

By Michael Gäbler, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=31083077

Rodgers Theatre in Poplar Bluff in Missouri. This Art Deco-style theater opened in 1949.

 

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Taking Turns

Taking Turns

 

It’s dusk

Dark on a windy winter day

The branches want to articulate,

But they can only screech against the sky

Upon my window

Maybe the trees want to come inside

But better they are where they are,

And I don’t open to their world

To bring the season in,

So we’ll each remain

 

But for now I’m glad the cold is here

My thanks to Persephone

Whose story rings my mood

 

The seasons are a find

Who would have thought of them,

Four for temperate climes?

 

Hers is an old story

And behind all the bittersweet

Action and parable

An older story waits

Untimely resolution

All our chapters realized

 

C L Couch

 

 

CC0 Public Domain

https://pxhere.com/en/photo/1109482

 

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For Those Who Wonder if

For Those Who Wonder if

 

For those who wonder if

There is a problem in old stories

That only those with blood

Can advance

You are the monarch because the blood

Of ancient times

Of your unknown kin

Goes through you

 

And that’s it

The magic works in you

You are on the way toward

Predetermined greatness

 

And those of us with water in our veins?

We can read

We can live in hope

But this is not for us

Our bloodless stories will not

Turn into magic

 

Except they can

 

Read the stories, like them

Don’t worry about unmatched inheritance

From Hemo the Magnificent

We have a better calling

Of a truer generation

We are here

We are now

 

We inherit the wind and the whirlwind

That is a real way

We make the present world

Of our lives

We are now

 

C L Couch

 

 

Abbazia di San Galgano

Abbazia di San Galgano

 

 

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