As figures pass and feelings swell like waves upon the shore...
Much of art tries in vein to express sensory experience.
The qualities of life we feel appear so simply, and yet the moment I attempt to capture even the most straight forward of my collisions with the world, like walking in the sand, I loose all but a glimpse of the subtlety and strength of my encounter.
As I walk I not only feel the soft warmth of countless grains, but you with me.
Art brings together so that I may return. With the title of this work I place myself, ready for my search to be with you in mind, and as I feel, in body.
The 'you' is different from one person to the next.
Art transends the individual experience as it speaks in tongues far distant from my own.
At the heart of every snowflake is a nucleus of dust. This tiny particle could originate from any number of places: the smoke from a forest fire; the minute specks of volcano ash that are pushed into the high atmosphere; the fine debris that falls from a meteor as it streaks across the sky; the microscopic particles picked up by the wind from plant spores and the cells of feather and skin that living things shed each day.
I ponder on the journey of a particle of dust. The dust from one living thing to another.
From someone standing on a hill looking skyward, from distant sand, and then for days across an ocean far below, until on high, ice crystals enfold and change the particle of dust to form a single snowflake that lightly tumbles to the earth and, after time, comes to fall upon my palm. I sense its cold but cannot feel its weight. like the image that accompanies the poem, it is as light as light itsesf, waiting to be known by the warmth of my attention. I easily ignore a solitary snowflake, yet its journey can be as great as any I have made.
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A Solitary Snowflake Falls
A speck of dust from soil or sand,
From powder down or loose brushed skin,
Encased within its centre lays,
A prick from past of living thing.
As snowflake falls,
The grain returns in shallow husk of crystal white,
Come gently lay upon this earth,
In wait and warmth in day or night.
