once upon a time machine
he fashioned from a box
with nothing more than crayons
and a cache of broken clocks,
the little boy went scooting
down the corridors of time
and it was all so easy
for a young and open mind.
but now the boy’s a physicist
and studies all his days
to learn to build a time machine
in complicated ways,
and every day it’s clearer
what his facts and figures mean:
that only little boys can build
a real time machine.
the young bearded dragon named mel
thinks his beard makes him macho as hell,
but it seems a bit weird
to think that of a beard
when your lady friend has one as well
–photo by me
the church of the woods
provides its parishioners
with pews of felled pines
–photo by me
bring me an icehouse
a big pick-up truck
an auger and minnows
and plenty of luck
bring me a license
and fishing gear, too
gasoline, propane
and something to do
a six-pack of beer
and food, if you wish–
bring these to me
and i’ll bring you a fish
–photo by me
while the bald eagle
can still have a bad hair day–
the bald man cannot
–photo by me
Snow, snow, go away
Come again on Christmas Day
It looks as though I must delay
My plans to ride my bike today.
Snow, snow, disappear
Come again late in the year
For though I’m trying to persevere
I’ve really had it up to here.
–Photo by me
What is it about snowy old barns that soothes my soul?
–Photos by me
i came out here to be alone
and walk the trail awhile–
instead, a pack of wild deer
threatens to … make me smile
–photo by me
i drive up to my favorite spot
for some serious stargazing,
and as my eyes adjust to the
inky blackness of the night,
i find myself suddenly on
the edge of a rocky crag,
hanging precariously over
a yawning, endless void–
the abyss of nothingness.
i want to cling to the world
for if i should lose my grip,
i might tumble into it;
in time, i know i will.
–photo by me
–photos by me
michaeljordahl 