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on foggy days

each rock makes promises

broken by waves


David Trudel    (c)  2014


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looking for the aurora

toes curl

gripping rock through shoe and moss

pressing brief bones against a plunge of denseness

my tongue tastes endurance

more feeling than looking

then up, inevitably

up into the great whatever

not into riddles or faded histories of starlight

catching yesterday’s plasma

high flies

against the big black fullness

high flies

rippling daggers slice the empty


this point a singularity


under it all

holding on to nothing

holding nothing in

until the next point is less than something

nothing is left

but the rock

the sky

and me



David Trudel       © 2014



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some days

some days emerge fossilized and stratified

revealing undercurrents of flow interrupted

time weights

broken as shakers shook

lying busted


some days sit rocky

heavy and ponderous

but hardly impervious



some days are ground



into pieces


into beaches

where time



some days are the moment

the tide is full


waiting for a pull from a slingshot dance


some days skip

flat rocks slapping

wet kisses at ten minutes to midnight


some days are always rocky



David Trudel   ©  2013



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Winter Solstice

In this place the rocks can talk            IMG_1559

Eroded and fuzzed with lichen and moss

They live in slow motion

Groaning their conversations across the ages

They don’t waste time on pleasantries

When you find the right pool of water

On a day like the solstice

A little reflecting can go a long way


IMG_1560   If the light of the sun hits the oblique just so

   If your mind relaxes and stops its chattering

   A little reflection is good for the soul

   Looking deep into the shallow pool

   This teardrop lets you find a way into the rock

   If you can manage to not quite look

   Perhaps a vision might be seen

   And if you listen very slow

Slower still

You’ll hear the murmur deep below

And if you can step between the cracks     IMG_1561

You might just start to change

Become a different kind of bird

In a shadowland absurd





David Trudel  ©  2012            Images by the author





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