awake asleep

one single impression: ochre ; we write poems: 6-8-6 haiku
photo:  pictureapromise, flickr

i never saw anything…. traveling towards somewhere on a freeway in a mindless fog turned my head and saw something so unexpectedly beautiful out in the middle of nowhere the beautiful rich red soil of oklahoma…further on missed the turnoff, got lost, circled a few times finally found my way and headed back in the right direction home … a jumble of word worlds

whimsical wilderness
motorcars mutter fuming schemes
wheelin’ words turnin’ round

concrete lanes two way streets
never mind the one way traffic
puzzling turnabouts

barefoot hi-ho journey
taking tiny unplanned paths
glimpse the ochre soil

oklahoma open
secrets flung arrayed in rainbows
poetic plumes release

invisible wind paint
absorb gritty dirt taste
millions maybe one or two

just passed by an open range
fixed on a flying forgotten
subtle sound fleeing grains

weightless i’ll take some home
closet filled with other world sands
piles and piles stacked