Once /9.
The time has come and gone,
used wisely or not at all
doesn't matter. That it was
Mine, now spent, I hold what's left
past memory and profit.
Here with me now is that moment
of mind's one thought; the stillness,
the vacant. I lay down this pen
And walk to that opening in a wall where beyond
my bed awaits.
Looking out at this winter I remember a
field of green, the brown to
turning soil and loosened sky,
the sounds and smells, the darkened surface
swells, the moments fly.
To mind and time the meaning holds,
there where two worlds merge,
and thoughts for feelings join:
The gardener is they
whom a garden grows within.
All else to see
and holds the rows
as seasons turn and spin.
9.
What you see here in this strange photo is the inner workings of an old fire lookout. At the center of the lookout is a stand on which rests the "firefinder", a brass contraption used to define the location of a suspicious smoke. The firefinder rotates 360 degrees and if a lookout window frame is in the way, you just pick up the firefinder and move it over to a parallel rail. This firefinder is at Red Top Lookout, one of the last remaining "working" lookouts in the Central Cascades.
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