both sides cave in

"Sunset is an angel weeping" ~ Bruce Cockburn

no sides in this book--
that's how peace has
a chance to fully flourish
in gardens of gardenias

how hip hopping, spoken word,
heavy tidal waves, killing winds
elegantly do crunch down on crowns--

& can be seen
softly sweeping
a stony north coastal sand

readjusting the lens of the land--
glory be--sanctifying

all that cares to be:
strong, evergreen-growing
in the dry sun of
a ponderosa pine

breathing in the low lands,
where all things vibrate
relatively to the intensity
of attention paid to each
thing we gravitate to;

then thoughts take over

when objects leave us
hungry for more,
ghosts sleep during the day-
then arrive

just in time to kiss
a bloody sunset
dribbling
on the foot high fluffy snow




words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '18