Monday, June 26, 2006
Sunday, June 25, 2006
The Daily Sunset June 25, 2006
A Summer storm sky,
without the storm,
anchored to the ground,
by a kite.
peering through the cloud bank,
with a masked stare,
lookng for all the world,
like the Hamburgler.
(This opinion is the opinion of the author and in no way reflects the opinion of McDonald's Inc. or any of it's subsidiaries or anyone ever employed by same even through I am responsible for about 20 billion of their "billions served" for which they ought to owe me a whole lot of money but they haven't paid it yet though I am still waiting.)Friday, June 23, 2006
Monday, June 12, 2006
A Son Rise June 12, 2006
How do I describe a miracle?
Maybe it's uncountable odds,
against an occurrance,
something that happens,
even beyond chaos calculations.
Or the hand of God,
reaching from above to sway the odds.
I don't know.
But I do know that there's definitely one that's named...
James Nicholas Gibson!
A six pound,
eight ounce,
miracle.
The proud parents...
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Friday, June 02, 2006
The Daily Sunset June (at last!) 02, 2006
A kite,
sailing the light evening winds,
beautiful in it's simple functionality,
giving shape to
what has none of it's own.
But what's really special
is not the kite,
but what the kite is attached to...
a child!
You see...
the beach is the world's biggest toy.
You can't break it,
it's mandatory that you go play in the dirt,
and then, when you're done, you don't mind taking a bath.
And, oh the laughter...
of a child at the beach...
there's no finer music in all of God's creation.
An end of the world effect.