Frederick Glaysher. November 5, 2010.
Between working on drafts of my epic poem, clearing out my head with a little contemplation of eternity… on Lake Huron, half way up the thumb of Michigan.
Lake Huron, half way up the thumb of Michigan
Michigan November overcast… all the gloom of the soul made manifest. Life on this rock as it is lived… Nature… She speaks to us, if we will listen. And can heal us.
I am but ephemera like aught else on this planet… the rock itself.
