Within any alien landscape, full of unfamiliar sights,
sounds and smells – one is nonetheless able to find
links to previous human experience. A patch of grass
showcasing dandelions, a pigeon strutting along a window
ledge, or flies circling a glass all gesture from the
realm of the familiar.
There are always commonalities, somewhere something is
known that can be used as a bridge to one’s surroundings.
Children are the same here in some ways – curious,
blissfully ignorant, able to make play with whatever is
present, which either illicits joy or extreme concentration
that is revealed in their eyes, even when they shine past
scars and smears of dirt.
For me, the sky at night is my bridge, as I peer up at the
heavens and think on the day. I know hundreds of lands
and peoples gaze at the same stars I do, while Orion and
the Charioteer look back at me, assuring me that from
their perch my home is still in sight and all is well.
-- by Steve McKennon 10/17/02
Comments on "Alien Landscapes"
On Monday, October 13, 2014, anaksunamun
Children are the same here in some ways â€“ curious,Â blissfully ignorant. This is quite lovely, you are an excellent vision maker, storytellers are rare these days .. people mostly just write lyrics if you can understand what i mean..I really like that second part.
On Monday, December 24, 2012, Stephanie Sideways
Beautiful, reassuring prose! Well observed and deeply connecting! I have family away in foreign places at Christmas this year and I think of them when I read this! Thanks
On Saturday, May 22, 2004, capt_funguy
oh man ... this was beautiful ... i ve used the moon as a bridge to friends far away ... set the time , and look together .. wow , this was special ... funguy
On Monday, May 12, 2003, CharlottesWeb
I link everything with ice tea. :) Comforting thoughts...happy you shared them.
On Wednesday, March 12, 2003, Jonas
i hold onto the sound of water... anywhere there is water flowing or falling i am home... i feel what you're saying, i've been far from home
On Thursday, February 20, 2003, liquid_emotion
Nothing that is new has never always been and stars will tell the tales of a million other men