Michael Schulte's experiences include
paddling as kayak patrol for the U.S. Forest Service, pioneering rivers and
caves in Mexico, spending a night listening to sharks gnaw at manta ray remains
underneath the boat in which he and his fellow shark bait hunters traveled,
working in Antarctica, and teaching Spanish. His reverence for life, for
nature, and for the beauty of both is breathtaking.
Some of Michael's photography is online at
Taken From Water
Yes, the sweet quicksilver lining of age.
Taking of prey tends to be dramatic,
the often sudden and often deadly
intersection of lives and wills.
Retrieving a memory is a solitary act.
A bald eagle will soar,
one might say lazily for the
apparently effortless harnessing of
There is no conflict.
The aerial sailor will eventually be tempted
by the lure of silver
flashing close to the surface.
Age bestows a trove teeming
with knowledge and experience.
Widespread wings of endless glide
tuck and the hunter falls out of the sky.
Memories rise to meet consciousness dipping.
The hurtling missile, with a most
wilderness of air-water sound,
unfolds, thrusts, and impales.
There is connection.
If you are intent and close,
you may hear the snapping of a spine.
Ah ha! The eagle, a bird once more,
rises heavily and dripping, clutching
a shimmering prize.
We savor the sweetness of having lived
at least some moments very fully.