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By The Jotter
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If we go into the world
With eyes open, nostrils flaring
Ears at the ready,
And patience - always patience -
Watching…we will find those things
Which are hidden to the casual passerby,
Hidden from the modern world of fast pacing
That to and fro, from job to party to
Special effect with no story.
But the patient will find
The small beauty, the careful plot of life, the ant still and sensing,
The suggestion of a past not allowed into the rushed life.
The hidden things coming to those
Who hide between the moments of today
And tomorrow.
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Souls,
Hidden in the past
Their direction known but the purpose
Is anyone’s guess.
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Perhaps they all walked to here.
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Where does the seed go?
Blown on the wind
Of chance
Of drifting there
From here
And wafting like the cotton wings it has
The air caressing it and teasing it here,
Then there.
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Some of us hide
In the now,
In a crowd
At the back,
Unsure of what we face.
Unsure of what we think.
So we duck.
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Not in the sand
Do we hide our heads
And hearts. The Black Swan
Once thought not to exist,
Dreamed by statisticians as the event
Which can’t happen
Statistically. So when it does happen,
It’s a black swan.
It happened.
We can’t hide our heads.
And maybe we haven’t
But we’re certainly near to it
Standing at the edge of a hidden surface
Putting our head in our feathers.
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It’s there
Just beneath the surface
Breaking the tension of water
For air
Concentric circles telltale signs
Of life
Moving below our vision our
Awareness of things on that other side
Weak
How many see only the algae blooms
Not that ancient thing which moves below?
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Where have we gone?
What have we done
That we don’t enjoy the sun?
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Hidden power in wind
And water
The broken sea of glass
Turbulent
To match
The mood of the day
The mood of the watcher
Hidden
The coming storm
Behind the rolling power
Of breaking wave and roiling cloud
Of push to shore of intemperate air
Invading the peace
Bringing with it the electricity
Of life and death.
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Life and death.
Dinner hidden
From the seeker.
Life and death,
Predator on stilt legs
Prey under a pebble
Of sand.
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Initial fast wing flaps
Giving way to glide
Hidden grace over curling power
Flying away from our approach.
Is nature,
Like the squirrel in the tree,
Watching
For the approach of that without grace?
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Big wings or small wings
There is hidden beauty in folded wings,
Crawling on the living leaf,
Drawn by the scent
And the offer of rest.
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The appearance of hidden eyes,
Warning predators away
Drawing religious adoration of the ancients.
The seeing eye that brings reward
Or danger if you are not careful.
The key
For the watcher
Is to remain hidden
And not disturb the scene.
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Hidden scavenger on the field of yellow,
If you look close in the middle,
Hidden flowers behind protecting screen,
The power of exploding color
Hidden from those who pass by.
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In our desire, in our
Conceit
We have brought within our boundaries
That which has no boundary.
Nature, hidden behind our fences.
Is it’s power diminished?
We think it is enough
To miniaturize nature
And cage it so that we have a piece caught.
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All pictures and words © by Steve Ullom
Under Creative Commons licensing
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