Why I wake early

“Why I Wake Early.   Hello, sun in my face.

Hello, you who made the morning 

and spread it over the fields and into the faces of the tulips 

and the nodding morning glories, and into the windows of, 

even, the miserable and the crotchety – 

best preacher that ever was, dear star, that just happens

to be where you are in the universe

to keep us from ever-darkness,

to ease us with warm touching,

to hold us in the great hands of light –

good morning, good morning, good morning.

Watch, now, how I start the day

in happiness, in kindness.”

- by Mary Oliver

Time may change me but I can't trace time.

Changes...

I still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
And every time I thought I'd got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I've never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I'm much too fast to take that test

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Don't want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I can't trace time

I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence and
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Don't tell them to grow up and out of it
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Where's your shame
You've left us up to our necks in it
Time may change me
But you can't trace time

Strange fascination, fascinating me
Changes are taking the pace
I'm going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Oh, look out you rock 'n rollers
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Pretty soon now you're gonna get older
Time may change me
But I can't trace time
I said that time may change me
But I can't trace time

......David Bowie

Poetria

on a lark

On a lark, 

I set out on a journey one winter's night,

the road was slick and icy and not plain of sight.

Without looking for magic, it came to me,

.beauty in the form of ordinary things to be.

I passed by barns the color of raspberry pie,

while huge flakes of snow fell from the sky. 

Each flake took on a different shape,

gently falling, swaying as it went, like a cape.

against the snow, 

Glorious golden and smoldering light, 

glowed in the night.

Time moving out of step, I chased,

not linear but out of place, time, and space.

now on foot, I traveled deeper, the snow blew by in the night air,

and the sun began to rise with what appeared to be, great care.

creatures of the night, peered out here and there,

speaking in languages that were not so clear.

I passed dancing bears and foxes tucked in near, 

to tight places and i think i had tea with a deer.

Slowly, I was greeted with 

a magnificent

event, really no more than a tent.

Floating and hovering,

in the early morning late night, 

it was a very welcome sight.

On a lark,

I stepped inside and fell asleep, i woke in a dream 

took out my pens and sketched the scene.

Trying in vain to give it meaning,

not understanding... nothing was clear, everything was leaning.

with serendipity and amazement,

some days are like this, open your arms to life and welcome it.

River City Bikes Street Art

Unnamed 

25x60

by Celeste and AARon

Portland

Portland Street Art

In Search of Lost Time

Powell's sketch

4x5