Sitting With You

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Lake Superior in Spring 2015

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I have in morning at break of dawn,

while the afternoon plodded on,

I have in the evening watched your fury,

in the tides of settling sea I have looked.

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Yet in all of your mystery,

I will look again for answers,

cast an eye upon your majesty

to realize I am again your visitor

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The last rings of winter caress

your sides like clinging threads

on the frame of our shoulders,

only to recede when sunlight speaks.

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yet you will continue to be the same,

a master of our universe, just waiting,

allowing many to traverse your skin,

if only to remain outside of your lair.

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Those that have dared are nameless

to you, yet families grieve years later,

the depths of your mystique swallow

the kindest soul, the earnest fathers

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I look out upon you as evening breaks,

watch the ring of clouds frame you tonight,

only beauty and exceptional grace come

to mind, as I again, wait for your answers.

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your history is timeless, the merchants that pass

through your waters, daily, searching their souls,

we stand on the shoreline without ownership.

I stand alone wishing you might one day speak.

Embrace Each Other

One day,

a gentleman asked,

‘Do you know what life means?’

to the young boy

standing on the playground.

The boy replied,

“to me old man, it is the perfect swish in the basketball hoop.’

The gentleman smiled and continued his walk.

He wound around the corner,

onto skid row of the neighborhood,

where he was immediately accosted,

well enthusiastically approached,

‘would you give me five bucks?’

a drunk vagrant whispered in a hoarse bourbon-esque voice,

the gentleman asked why,

and the man, fell against him, and mumbled

‘it would give my life meaning.’

The gentleman continued walking,

along the way there was much suffering and pain,

mixed with love and enchantment,

with either one holding court with the other.

The sun might shine with vivid streaks,

to contrast a gray sullen sky

ready to drop tears upon anyone nearby.

The old man pulled his collar tight,

readjusted his hat,

did a little dance step,

and then faded sweet into the night sky …

Wander While Waiting

© Dani Stites

© Dani Stites Photography

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Mark upon a day when you looked beyond the cliff,

a clear drawn out valley delightful in color caress a sad river

traveling in the distance, with so much forest,

lush green and wild abandon just beyond our reach.

Yet, on the crest your feet remain planted unable to imagine

a world beyond your own that plays in your mind.

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How do we begin to understand the Nature around us

when we cannot conceive the world we have created alone,

worried about a disease that hasn’t even reached our veins,

while others kill us on a regular basis, in gradual numbers

we all seem to receive some natural plan, an action

that once it is set in motion ranges like a river carving through the land.

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I remember picking up single rocks alone,

and tossing them over that edge, imagining me

instead, falling, and drifting through time,

away from my mind, that keeps me stuck

on the crest of the hill looking upon recent valleys,

those that remind me where I’ve been, where I may go.

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When I sit in quiet solitude and imagine the life I lead

I do wonder whether it might be right, or is it fate

to believe that somewhere in the scene scape exists a time

we no longer may touch, yet still evolves with the fortune

of eyes, a quiet interlude of life driven values. I may

walk across my threshold to yield my life forever.

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Today I will wander without lifting my feet, yet my eyes

look out upon a horizon of love and reality, just waiting.