the golden fish: entangled

Monday, January 11, 2010

entangled

mornings like this

i wake up

and

make my way

down the stairs.

sitting

still

i think -

so

here i am.

my coming, my going --

two simple happenings

that got entangled.

32 comments:

Jenny Stevning said...: ********************; January 11, 2010 at 12:54 AM
Rachel Fenton said...: I like the idea of things just being what they are...just being...; January 11, 2010 at 1:08 AM
Dan Gurney said...: Lovely post! Lovely haiku! When we simplify our lives enough to just watch inhaling and exhaling, we come near to the heart of being on the pollen path.; January 11, 2010 at 1:20 AM
Jinksy said...: Those plants have certainly come and gone - almost to the point of extinction. They epitomise the dying of the year, a sad inevitability when no signs of rebirth are visible to bring hope into the equation.; January 11, 2010 at 4:07 AM
Acornmoon said...: A very Zen and serene way to start the week.

We have had temperatures to rival yours, I now know what minus seventeen feel like and I have to say that I do not like it at all. I think you must be made of sterner stuff.; January 11, 2010 at 4:21 AM
steven said...: thanks for the stars jenny! steven; January 11, 2010 at 6:42 AM
steven said...: rachel i wonder what this world would be and what it would be like if all things just were. especially people!! thanks. steven; January 11, 2010 at 6:42 AM
steven said...: hi dan, that's what my dad was working on. have a peaceful day with the kindies. steven; January 11, 2010 at 6:43 AM
steven said...: hi jinksy - right before i took that photograph there were two mice burrowing under and then jumping out of the snow just to the left of the first photograph!! these grasses wil become food for their offspring which are likely seeded just below the layer of snow. have a peaceful day. steven; January 11, 2010 at 6:45 AM
steven said...: valerie, i've been following news of your winter on the bbc online site. it's difficult to imagine the challenge that that represents to england!!! i am concerned for the elderly and for the housebound especially. homes, clothing, and infrastructure are all prepared for that kind of winter here, but i know that that isn't the case in england. take care and stay warm! steven; January 11, 2010 at 6:48 AM
Golden West said...: Tangled up in the ties that bind...; January 11, 2010 at 7:02 AM
steven said...: yes golden west - very much so!! although i think that sme of those ties are necessary features of what we need to do while we're here! have a peaceful day. steven; January 11, 2010 at 7:34 AM
Tess Kincaid said...: Beautiful. Happy Monday, my friend.; January 11, 2010 at 8:59 AM
Tracy Golightly-Garcia said...: Beautiful--just beautiful, Steven.

I give anything if we could have snow in Greenville--not the nasty ice.

Take-Care!

Best
Tracy :); January 11, 2010 at 9:20 AM
Tracy Golightly-Garcia said...: Beautiful--just beautiful, Steven.

I give anything if we could have snow in Greenville--not the nasty ice.

Take-Care!

Best
Tracy :); January 11, 2010 at 9:20 AM
Tracy Golightly-Garcia said...: Beautiful--just beautiful, Steven.

I give anything if we could have snow in Greenville--not the nasty ice.

Take-Care!

Best
Tracy :); January 11, 2010 at 9:23 AM
The Weaver of Grass said...: I think the pauses and gaps in the writing are what makes your words here so powerful steven.; January 11, 2010 at 9:47 AM
Golden West said...: I meant that as a positive - I cherish my binding ties!; January 11, 2010 at 9:50 AM
Reya Mellicker said...: Beautiful!

I slept so deeply that night that I felt entangled in a jungle of dreams this morning. Took me quite awhile to find my way out of them. Whew!!; January 11, 2010 at 9:52 AM
NanU said...: i love those frosty berries in the header.
sometimes i get lost like that between the laundry and the catfood. like a loop that has to be jumped out of.; January 11, 2010 at 11:40 AM
Friko said...: the pictures are sad, and speak of transience; the words are uplifting and speak of permanence. I'll go with the words, I think.; January 11, 2010 at 3:20 PM
Linda Sue said...: I like the in-between place, that place where one stalk crosses the other...Where one project is finished and the next not yet begun. It is quiet, still, spacing out with a cup of tea.; January 11, 2010 at 5:16 PM
steven said...: hey willow thanks and i have had a happy monday - action-packed, lots of details but tremendous good fortune! coffee with a close friend unexpectedly offered, my bike and indoor trainer finally ready to come home and set up for winter training, my kids both happy as clams and a good hard-working day with my class!! hurray! steven; January 11, 2010 at 6:08 PM
steven said...: hi tracy - thanks! i will always take snow over ice but there are days when we get ice storms and it's so amazingly beautiful smeared all over the trees and softening all the edges. now i'm not mentioning how hard it is to walk or drive and especially not mentioning the power lines coming down........! have a lovely evening. steven; January 11, 2010 at 6:12 PM
steven said...: weaver thanks for noticing the spacing. i don't consciously write poetry on this blog even though it appears that way. i try to organize the words on the page to affect the way they're read. today i thought these words the way they appear. there were long pauses in my thinking as i worked my way through this. have a lovely evening in the dale. steven; January 11, 2010 at 6:26 PM
steven said...: golden west - me too! i knew that was what you meant - i value my family and my work and so much more besides! have a lovely evening. steven; January 11, 2010 at 6:28 PM
steven said...: reya - i woke in the night - nothing new there - because the house was changing shape - as it does when it gets warmer or colder. so i looked out the windows at all the bunny and cat tracks. i woke this morning seeing little movements out of the corner of my eyes . . . as if my mind expected to see bunnies and cats running 'round the house. other days my evenings and waking are much more interesting and complex but that's fuel for my dream journal! have a lovely dc evening. steven; January 11, 2010 at 6:36 PM
steven said...: nanu - i love those frosty berries as well. they're all covered in snow now or gone into the tummies of birds. have a lovely evening. steven; January 11, 2010 at 6:37 PM
steven said...: hi friko - i can see how those pictures might be construed as sad. when i took the photographs, i saw them as in the interstice between here and there and beauiful in their simply being. i know of nothing but the love that conects everything that is permanent. but that's just me and my world! steven; January 11, 2010 at 6:39 PM
steven said...: linda-sue i like the space between, the space where things cross or meet each other and inform each other. it was like that in some of the moorish towns where christians and muslims and whomever else would trade goods and ideas. here it's dead grasses waving in the winter breeze over fields of snow. steven; January 11, 2010 at 6:42 PM
Moira said...: Yes! Makes me think about waking up and leaving my dream world and entering my waking world; January 12, 2010 at 7:19 AM
steven said...: moira there's a real bridge that is built and then crossed between the dream world and this world. have a peaceful day. steven; January 12, 2010 at 7:28 AM

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