The following articles were authored by pkacolorado

Shrodinger’s Cat

Awakening to this New Year

I turned to the East, the rising sun bore bright the morning through soft mist

Southward lay open sky.

In the North a rising wall of cold grey glory,

pushed winds and feathered snow into the sunlit South.

For one moment there was only the promise of something, beautiful and full.

In the dancing dawn and falling flake.

There is richness in such moments.

Those that hold the eternal all,

past and present,

life and death,

sun and shadow.

(The cat, they say, is both dead and alive in that one breath.)

Yet we must choose

or have the world choose for us.

And so I moved into the unfolding day

into the unknown answering of the now.

Solstice

Solstice

The Great Cycle ends.

And in the hour before dawn

two hours after the solstice

the earth is silent.

I think I would have liked a little something more.

Some raw magic

a great meteor or two.

I will have to settle for a new beginning.

Here in the confines of my own heart.

I must become the flaming star of my own life.

The great change itself.

My own end and my own beginning.

I suppose that is what it has always been about anyway.

And always will be.

A Mother’s Life

A poem written to honor the life of my mother, Phyllis Safarik Alexander (Chick).  (August 15, 1924 to August 10, 2012) She loved Shakespeare and his sonnets.  I read this at her memorial service.

 

She doth live more alive in this dark death

than I in life. Then many in their living.

Her essence shineth in each soul’s breath

from tireless steps and selfless giving.

Like moon and Venus gathered in Western sky

Shah and merchant rich she met with pure grace

Simple elegance humbling every lie

Yet on bended knee, bowing, tied the lace

of children’s shoes and muddy migrant boots.

Life’s meaning she could find in simple tasks.

With questions ripe bore to the very roots

of our lives. Tearing from us our false masks.

Twas thus she sought to thine own self be true

Such a life did shine so that ours might too.