Welcome to Flood Water Photography. Contemporary Poetry and Photography.
If you ever lose heart and the earth seems as distant as stars fading into the noise of your busy mind, know this. That a tiny island exists in the blue hands of the ocean. That a tree grows upright into the salted clouds. That two eagles love each other enough to spend their lives greeting the morning sun together. That two eaglets stand in their nest, gazing at the heavens. Looking down to the forever ground. They eat and sleep and flap their wings. And one day in July, one by one, they will jump into the air. They will know the difference between existing and what is beyond. They will hold onto nothing. The hurricane will come, courage catching their pinions on fire, as they mount the wind, climbing ladders into realms of the invisible.
To the woman who carried me in her ocean, plucked two stars for my eyes, brought the moon close to color my skin, lit the fire to start my heart beating. Love, oh simple and little flame, roaring to life. To the woman who so peacefully and wise gazes down upon me, visiting my dreams, singing me to sleep.