| — | Unknown |
Crack!
The ball flies
high into the air,
determinedly exacting it’s location
for it’s landing.
Far below: ground zero,
marked by a diamond of sorts
ready for that touch of freedom.
Its scuffs and scars,
remember permanently.
The joyful victories
and contemptuous losses.
Affixed permanently
to it’s shallow bed
waiting,
for the next big slide.
- Photo and poem by Chad Ohman -
| — | Unknown |
Frosty Letters
The path less traveled
on a cool, crisp morning
welcomes the arrival of letters
to teeter perilously atop a frozen pole.
News from outside lurks within
its icy tin can shelter
hoping for salvation to come
and meet its reader.
- Photo and poem by Chad Ohman -
the mess you left back home
and bring it to the music
and get back to the heart.
He sits on the stool
in the middle of your life
and waits to feel the beat. To speak it
and keep it. Here we go.
| — | Don McKay (except from “Setting Up the Drums”) |
| — | WSJ |
