Still Life


Oh I don’t know
But you say you do
Show me!

It is another language
A different people
And I belong to them.

Racing about
We score the earth
Digging deeper furrows.

Elegant sun
Of royal sky
Human hope for perfection.

Ancient ways
Long forgotten
I cannot tell.

Enduring rock
In pale clay
Life clings to moss.

Circular ways
Always returning
Ever new.

The infinitesimal
Over millennia
Brings change.

All is the same
But different
I am always surprised.

There are days
And there are days

The Hermitage, Chapel Peak.


About Jamie Nicol

Living in the forested hills of Catalonia, overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. Zen teacher, recovering philosopher, small-scale natural farmer. Writing just what comes.
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