To History’s Keeping

Gillems Camp

Gillems Camp, Lava Beds National Monument, Tulelake, CA

To history’s keeping
the loss and pain rely,
a fickle vehicle
the mighty can rewrite.

These golden grasses
flowing so freely now
were but matted red
only a century or so ago.

Who remembers this place
save the butterflies in the bush?
Or down aways, where another
memory’s been shushed?


Posted in Response to the Daily Prompt: Ready, Set, Done
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I Glanced at the Sky

Lava Beds National Monument Tulelake, CA

I roamed the lava beds
on a sunny afternoon
not so long ago,
carefully picking my way
through pumice stones
of black and gray
and red and purple
and every hue imaged
in Dante’s inferno,
when I glanced at the sky
as a plane glided by,
a speck of white in azure
so different from the ground
on which I stood.
The Earth stopped mid-spin,
and Life paused therein
while I bemoaned my fate,
wandering through a millennium
of flowing rock hardened by time,
but I laughed after a minute
for my car’s windshield glinted in the sun,
catching my eye;
I ran to the sedan and jumped in,
jetting off with a turn of the ignition.



Posted in Response to the Daily Prompt: In Transit
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