Hazy Acres: The Creative Practice of Ryan Boos

Step out 

Then back in 

Along the edge with a hand

Making shapes

Between sand and sky 

Down further

Along the hip 

To an outline

In a mirror

You see

Now its clear

Where are the lines 

Old ones no longer

Settling into it

While the loudest sounds

Are quietly sitting

Next to you

Inside your head

Not the helmet 

Ramming the world 

Nothing to it 

Ripping off the layers

Unbuckling the steel 

From your chest

This outcome

In the orbit 

Dead air 

Underground 

Within the layers

New levels of mistakes

Golden moments

Seeing 

While the others fade 

Beyond where I can see

And will ever see

Again 

In this life 

Moving around the road

Impossibly quick

With an impossible trick 

To live 

Freely 

Onto another this other 

Standing on the peaks 

Alone

Looking through the glows of wilderness

Seeing the body 

Silhouettes in the clouds 

With a whisper 

In a dance

Where is the truth 

In this north