Flipping cards
Flipping cards,
Searching for answers
Could you tell me, please
Anything about me?
I have been waiting
For a freaking discovery
Perhaps I am just a fool
Who holds onto cards
A voice calls out and tells me
To hold back because I must
Have my own back tonight—
To head for the bed
I set down the cards
In their place in the drawer
Clarity can wait until after
I turn out the lights
Z
If you don’t like what you see
when you look at me,
look away—please feel free!
It’s okay if it’s for
eternity.
Z
Autumn was often on my mind the past summer. I wasn’t really feeling the hot, sunny season as much as usual and was really looking forward to the leaves changing and the weather getting cooler. Every year, around this time, I buy a tiny pumpkin. Tiny it may be, but I find the little fruit to be oh-so cute. There are many novelties of each season to enjoy—I am all about the season we are in right now.
TINY PUMPKINS!!!!
Z
Autumn is here! I am really hoping for positive changes in life to accompany the changing colors of the leaves. October begins tomorrow and there are 3 months left for 2018 to prove to be a kind year. I will try to make the most of it and roll with the punches when necessary. Cheers!
Z
Under the Dust
We rode through the field
To get to the old barn—
A stack of antique windows
Would soon be ours!
The smile on Pa’s face
Gave us consent to feel free
To take a few pieces of the past
From his tobacco farm
We cautiously climbed over
Unsteady wood—piled high
Evading rusty nails and idle tools
To gather our handsome treasures
A crack of thunder made us rush
To load up the truck
We closed the barn doors and drove off
Leaving behind—
Just another memory
To settle under the dust
Z
Once again, I have collaborated with my fabulous graphic designer friend in NYC (Liz Daggar). Part 3—and likely the final piece—of my nature collection has arrived. My goal has been to inspire people to get outside and take it all in. All three books are available by clicking the link below:
http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/naturewanderer
A few pages from the book
Reviews of the last book
This book is like the perfect cup of coffee, striking, comforting, and reminiscent of things I have felt, smelled, tasted before. The photos speak volumes on their own, some stunning and some haunting, but paired with poems that invite us right into Zac Gilbert’s heart and soul, the combination is intoxicating. He seems to capture beauty in details I might look right over and completely miss. To me, his photos are a quiet reminder to slow down and look around. I sat down to read/look at a few pages and I found myself soaking up each page to the end. These will be my coffee table books for the foreseeable future!
Hey for today
One day he ran
He ran very far away
Wondering if his family
Needed his stay
Fearless.
He should have been.
Soon, he looked back:
He heard a song
He was sitting on a stool
Holding a drink
He was singing along
He wondered why?!
He could not be there
I still see the back of you
Guiding and leading the pack
We biked miles to the beach
We could say anything!
Any old thing—is the thing
To each other—to anybody
Anything but: Goodbye
Hopefully, we are all okay
Yesterday was quite the memory
Wishing so hard we could go back
Oh, but the pictures we have
The cement treadmill underneath us
Moments, never forgotten
Why did they turn dark and grey?
Why do the colors of life go away?
The only thing that matters for now
Is that we still say
Hey for today
Z
25
Felt so great
To be alive
Dancing on tables
Reckless, but totally fine
Dreams that were planted
Grew strong in bright light
Confidently standing—
I was 25
Survival was pretty
Flowed just like water
Every little thing
Was going to be alright
If I could go back
And speak to me at 25
34 me would say:
Breathe it all in, man
Today is the day
Shake it and take it
As much as you can
You can do anything
You’re only 25!
Just like I wanted
To say to 19 me—
When I was 25
Z
Prayers for Mary
5 out of 7 days
She was there
Sitting, wiggling about
Working in her chair
A total pro
Selling her web
Killing the numbers
A diner burger and coffee
Never neglected
On her lunch hour
I know nothing she said
Now, I have nothing
Only best wishes
For Mary
She pops in my head
Here and there
Hearing the things
She would say
The scratching of scratch-offs
Cigarette walks with the dogs
—Hers was called Trouble
Oh, I used to have fun
I know all about fun
So, she covered for me
While I napped on a leather couch
Lucky winners we were to know her
Now, there is nothing?
I hear she is not all there
When she was always there
I do know one thing thing:
I have so many prayers
For Mary
Z
Z
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