Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Containment

 
Practiced movements
shape fragile boundaries,
giving measure to the infinite

From each crack
space returns to its source,
like the river
merging with the ocean abyss
where not even a drop
 is contained



Saturday, January 11, 2014

Returning Home

 
Waking up before sunrise
to enjoy the morning ritual

one day later
and a thousand miles away
again, I greet the day

this time, with cold rain
and familiar trees
becoming lost in grey clouds

Moving slowly, but going far -

from one home to another.

Am I traveling back in time
or forward?