Sunrise — Image by kenne
Morning Path
Life begins at dawn,
the world does not ask
where you have been.
It asks only
whether you are ready
to take the next step.
Archive for the ‘Existential Moment’ Tag
Life Begins At Dawn Leave a comment
We Share A Moment Leave a comment
We Share A Moment In The Texas Hill Country — Image by kenne
The sun slips down
behind the live oaks.
We raise our glasses
to nothing in particular—
which turns out
to be everything.
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Not Enough Time To Capture All The Moments 2 comments
Japanese School Boy in Okinawa (1967) — Image by kenne
Photograph
Northern Okinawa.
A schoolboy sits
beside the road.
My camera clicks
takes his image,
but not the sound
of insects,
not the warmth
of the island air,
not the generations
who walked these roads
before him.
Still—
for an instant,
his life
and mine
cross paths
through a lens,
and the mountains
witness both.
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Pressing Against The Limits 1 comment
Pressing Against The Limits — Image by kenne
One does not “understand” this.
Understanding would reduce it,
make it manageable.
Instead, it asks for duration—
for the discipline
of staying with excess.
What emerges
is not a resolution
but a sharpened awareness
of how much
we need things
to mean one thing
at a time.
— kenne
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Moon Over The Double Bayou — Image by kenne
Moon over the bayou—
cypress knees listening
to slow water.
Somewhere, a night bird
knows the old stories
and keeps them.
Couples turning slowly
under crooked rafters.
Pete Mayes’ band doesn’t rush—
blues knows better.
Every chord says
the night’s still young
if your heart
can hold the rhythm.
— kenne
A Night At The Dance Hall — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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San Carlos, Sonora Sunset — Image by kenne
We become a silhouette in each other’s arms
as the sun goes down behind us in San Carlos—
the light withdrawing slowly
like a hand from a blessing.
All afternoon the Sea of Cortez
glittered without mercy.
I can’t see your face anymore,
only the outline of us—
two dark figures pressed together
against the last blaze of day.
It feels ancient, this vanishing—
as if love is something
the sun teaches by leaving.
— kenne
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Kenne David’s Half-Marathon At 51 Leave a comment
This was Dave’s first half-marathon, with the goal of running the distance in two hours or less.
The race organizers provided pacesetters, so Dave began his half-marathon staying with the 2:00 hour pacesetter.
About halfway through the race, he picked up his pace, running the race in 1:55.20.
Finish Line
Sitting on his tailgate at the end of the race.
Mission Accomplished.
Shoes on pavement,
a metronome of doubt.
Still, the body insists—
one more mile
into light.
I created the blog posting using the photos Dave provided. I was only there vicariously.
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AFTER THOUGHT
The friend who asked Dave to run the half-marathon with him didn’t show up.
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Then and How 1 comment
Then—
I thought the mountain
was something to climb.
Now—
I sit and let it
enter my breathing.
What changed?
A few decades of work
tire tracks on my clothes,
children grown.
Call it life
if you need a word.
— kenne
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Props, Not A Habit Leave a comment
On the Outer Banks of North Carolina
I keep the cigar lit
long enough to feel dangerous.
The whiskey glows
like a small sunset
I can hold.
But when the glass is empty
and the scene is still there,
I know—
it was always theater.
— kenne
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The Evening Works In Grayscale Leave a comment
Black and White Sunset — Image by kenne
Evening works in grayscale.
The mountains turn honest,
stripped of their bright talk.
The sun lowers itself
behind the ridge—
another shift done,
another mark made clean.
— kenne
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Witnessing Pain and Suffering 3 comments
Mother In Hospice (08/26/06)
Every photograph of suffering
proposes a contract:
you may look,
but you must not
turn away too quickly.
The stages of pain—
shock, endurance, vacancy—
are flattened into a single frame.
Time is arrested,
yet the body continues
beyond the border
of the image.
— kenne
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Kenne David and Katie on Galveston Beach — Image by kenne
Galveston still has that beach.
Kids probably still run it raw.
But Kenne and Katie grew up—
that’s the real crime.
You don’t notice it happening.
One day you’re just standing there
remembering sand
and wishing you’d paid better attention.
— kenne
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Love On Valetine’s Day 3 comments
Joy and Kenne — Old Western Look On The Streets of Tucson — Image by kenne
Beloved, count not distance, years,
Nor trials we have known;
For love’s arithmetic is this—
Two solitudes made one.
You are here.
I am here.
And absence finds no room between.
— kenne
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Nurses Will Not Backdown 3 comments
Kenne Getting Some Arizona Sun On Our Patio
While here he spent some time running in Sabino Canyon
in preparation for a half-marathon this February.
Kenne David is visiting us on my birthday, January 15, 2026. He is an ICU nurse in the Texas Medical Center in Houston. What follows is a poem I wrote after learning of the murder of Alex Pretti in Minneapolis.
I can only try to imagine your words and thoughts echo in the long corridors of Memorial Herman,
where the scent of antiseptic mingles with your compassion.
I think of him — of Alex Pretti — and of all who labor, sleepless,
hands trembling not with fear, but with the weight of mercy.
Each life touched, each breath steadied,
a verse in the grand poem of endurance and love,
something Whitman would write: you do not falter;
rise again the next day, mortal yet eternal,
each healer a leaf upon the same vast tree of humanity.
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Words Cut The World Into Pieces 1 comment
Douglas Springs Trail — Image by kenne
We believe language explains reality,
yet it only sketches its outline.
Those who cling to the sketch
miss the miracle
standing before them.
— kenne
