All photography accompanying this poetry was taken by my father, Ronald Neumann.
Aquarius Clouds
Just as there’s “nowhere,”
The temporal counterpart
Is now here, always.
All places hold this secret
And at all times: no-when, Truth.
The mind is moving.
It’s designed to keep moving.
It invented time.
Elevate my sight.
Heighten my inner-focus.
Lift up aromas.
How do they paint you?
Smear those colors into black.
Choose your character.
We’re steeped in chances—
Second, third, fourth, and so on—
To revise ourselves.
Learn to feel at peace
Both with yourself alone and
With groups of people.
Air carries water.
It dances in the heavens,
Then—having its fill—
Dives down to the Earth below,
Preserving life on this world.