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Here to There
© 2026 Iony Smith
Dear here to there …
Motoring on and tooling down the pathways of intersecting roads,
highways and boulevards, a grinding (perhaps, perhaps not) daily
commute routine, or a more pleasant scenic get-away promise of one’s
choosing - both over there and beyond along the varied paths on
these people moving platforms.
Planted intrusions (good intentions) with the dot disks on or
straddling white line RPMs (aka raised pavement markers)
keeping the body informed when driving through wandering eyes
wondering too afar, the thumping, thudding and chattering assaulting
the rolling, rubber tires, the advents in attempts for imposing
safety through forced alertness (as best can be brought upon) the
road warriors.
Rain clouds heavy, swollen and about to engage in a water
barrage no rainbows and blue skies in sunshine not in sight, yet the
variation in the shapes and depths of all such, transformative puffy
and pillowed interludes, induces a pause from the heart.
Today, the dappled overcast mixes with much grander swaths and
layered textures, vibrant shades and gradations from white to gray,
as awe inspiring as when the broader spectrum of light and colors
drench the same space but to savor for another day.
Views from my passenger window as my wife steers the course on the
avenues travel, my eyes descend on a festival of neat and tidy rows
of vineries, the green, deep and verdant surrounding hills, as tasty
for the visual palette as the finest wine befitting in a rhyme
while toasting and glass clinking chimes.
The power poles erect in their own, landing sequence, carry on their
lines scores of birds providing a wonderful show of synchronized
flight when ready or disturbed - they leave their temporary posts to
the next resting spot from here to there and their gathered flight
become a black, blur flying through the air but with enough
definition to see most of their numbers, hundreds, also in
individual, outline form - this was happily, the trees before the
forest.
The idea, would seem to be the most powerful and sustaining element
of energy. At its core is thought, where then consciousness
continues indefinitely as long as recall is a possible presence.
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