find beauty
With what stillness at last
you appear in the valley
your first sunlight reaching down
to touch the tips of a few
high leaves that do not stir
as though they had not noticed
and did not know you at all
then the voice of a dove calls
from far away in itself
to the hush of the morning
so this is the sound of you
here and now
whether or not
anyone hears it
this is where we have come
with our age
our knowledge
such as it is
and our hopes
such as they are
invisible before us
untouched and still possible
⚜
To the New Year by W.S. Merwin
above photos by me @ Branford Point
I took this picture – no filter – on my iPhone out the window of a flight from San Antonio toward home.
I had just muttered, “Hey Papa, I am exhausted and need something right now, a little touch…something…” I looked out the window and saw the sunset and took this shot…only when I looked at it later did I see the heart. I am especially fond of you!
– Wm. Paul Young
life: acoustic & amplified 