Losing Faith in Disappointment

I have given up being disappointed

in disappointment

                           recognizing how egotistical

it is to think I can know beyond

the present moment or extract from

a selective remembered past

a future not yet here.

And I am not certain what I see

in disappointed is not self-reflection

cast out, onto someone, something

that has nothing to do with anything.

Of course, I may easily slip.

I was going to say it's only human

but there are stories from the divine

showing equally the belief in disappointment

end in regrettable consequences.

So I stop before I say,

"I'm disappointed" -- my humanity,

my divinity unable to know

what is just on the other side of now.

-Byron Hoot

Different Authority

In the preference of a different 
authority, the reconsideration    
of traveling has arisen.
Time and circumstance and
experience are saying what 
has not been heard, listened 
to before now.   
                          There is no argument 
to win or lose; things have gotten 
beyond that. 
                     Acquiescence for traveling 
overland or across inner highways 
is all that will be given. 

-Byron Hoot

Winter Beauty

The snow has come.

Some would say with

a fury,

           but it's winter beauty

in the only way it makes

sense -- the cold, the snow,

the wind, the fact of being

basically snowed in simply

the naked beauty

of winter.

                Eggs, bacon, 

potatoes, onions, toast,

hot coffee

                complete this

winter morning scene,

this winter grace,

this winter danger -

                                 not one

without the other.

-Byron Hoot

Photographs by Greg Clary

Photographs by Greg Clary

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Seduction

"Deer?" I ask myself
thinking I heard footsteps
realizing it is the rain falling down

in late January to uncovered

leaves on the ground.
I love to be seduced
and a near seduction 

makes me smile,
lets me know
how willing
I am to
               surrender.   

-Byron Hoot

February

For a second

you forget

it’s the dead

leaves

rustling

overhead.

-Randi Ward

Albino

In your eyes

I can see

you don’t

expect me

to survive

in the wild.

-Randi Ward