Impressions of Fields of Perceptions


The sloping driveway
The dirt road
The field of bright orange flowers
The houses The greenery The palm trees
The sea
The ringing mountains
The sky

The late afternoon light

The driveway arranged like a wall to roll up
The road with long shadows of cactus running across
The field the dogs amble through
The chattering conversation of houses and trees
The sea bright and vibratingly blue
The mountains with three dimensional features of mountains
They sky in blue backdrop for the playa

The sloping driveway
The dirt road
The field of bright orange flowers
The houses The greenery The palm trees
The sea
The ringing mountains
The sky

The light of the dusk

The driveway with stones embedded between flagstones
The road full of rocks growing fuller of darkness
The bright orange flowers that turn brown
The houses overlit by a streetlight among them
The sea draining from blue to blue gray
The mountains of silhouettes with distinct outlines
The sky of purple to deep purple from horizon to zenith

The night
Driveway of shadows
Road of headlamps
No field No flowers
What houses What palm trees
No sea No mountains
Black sky full of pinwheeling stars
The crickets take up where the automobiles leave off

The sloping driveway
The dirt road
The field of bright orange flowers
The houses The greenery The palm trees
The sea
The ringing mountains
The sky


The early morning light

The cement with colors of fires
The road paved with dust and rocks
The brown flowers going ablaze into orange
The houses waking up at dawn
The sea of condensed milk in a bone white bowl
The mountains of purple and green
The sky of red into blue

The playa to the west
The driveway curves a little
The road at a slight angle
The field houses mountain sky
Directly in front to my view

The sloping driveway
The dirt road
The field of bright orange flowers
The houses The greenery The palm trees
The sea
The ringing mountains
The sky
The midday light

The driveway arranged like the grill of her cocina
The road paved with flames of air
The field busy with grasshoppers and birds
The houses lying down to siesta after comida
The sea of blue ripples of hot winds
The mountains of snakes and scorpions
The sky of omnipresent beating sunlight

I'll stay here forever, I'll never leave
Goodbye I'm gone

--David Joseph
Bahia de San Carlos, Sonora 15 Marzo 92