It's been a few years since I've worked on my "Looking for Answers Through Dirty Glasses" blog and book. Life is moving too quickly to pick it up again, but I realized this fall that I needed to do some additional weekly project to maintain my writer's eye. I also missed the daily exercise of trying to capture some meaning from life in Montana to share with others.
I came across Instagram Poetry soon after that and thought it was worth playing with. I'm not sure how the poetry is going, but I'm having a lot of fun. My goal is to publish one per week for the next year and then look into a more in-depth writing project.
Have a great New Year!
Dedicated to John Scott Hannon
There are 1.67 septillion (10^21) H20 molecules in a single drop of water.
The headwaters of Ten Mile Creek burst from the snow-gorged soil between Red and Lee Mountains. Born with a kinetic momentum, individual character and pack purpose. The water molecules careen off the steep slopes like a cougar lunging towards a young fawn. Past melting snow, beds of fallen pine needles and early spring wildflowers.
Each water molecule’s hydrogen atoms bond with surrounding water molecules. The bonds are strong, but constantly shifting, breaking and reforming as the water plunges, moves and dances over the rocks, fallen logs and through the evergreen forest. Water molecules pile on top of each other in rippling shimmering sheets of translucence and frothy white beneath the blue sky above.
Each of these individual water molecules could not move on its own. Singly, they have little capacity for trajectory and direction. Their path stops at the first obstacle, be it as small as a blade of grass or grain of sand; but together they bounce, slide and ripple across everything in their path . Pulling, pushing, supporting, dunking and diving with each other across a continent.
The writhing waves of water churn through the alpine hamlet of Rimini and settle into the Prickly Pear Valley below. Running by subdivisions and below streets. Rustled and stirred by brook trout, frogs, and water bugs. Meeting the Missouri and beginning the path to the Mississippi, the Gulf of Mexico, and the Atlantic Ocean where they will rise and begin the process again.
None of these molecules knows where they're going, none knows where there been, but they will get there together - because of the each other.
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I went to Washington DC a month ago and walked through areas with homeless camps. We have homeless in Helena, but the scope of it in DC was well beyond anything that I was used to.
I couldn't help but think about various articles (See e.g. 1, 2, 3, 4) I've read about how the poor quality of sleep of people who are homeless exacerbates their mental health issues which then makes it harder for them to stabilize and regain a home environment. The same problem faces refugees who cannot get the full benefit of sleeping in a safe, secure area and therefore are a higher risk of developing post traumatic stress injuries due lack of sleep.
This design was inspired by the short-term sleeping pods described in William Gibson's book Neuromancer. Thanks to Chemeng on Fiverr for drawing it up for me.
Thanks to Senator Jon Tester and the Senate Veterans Committee for inviting me to testify on Veterans Suicide Prevention.
The video of the testimony and the written testimony are available at this link.