I go camping
I live intent
I unspoken
I content
I no words
I no news
Sun rise
Sun down.
I go town
Listen rumble
Stumble rubble
World shouting
World inspin
World falling.
I go camping
I live in tent
I reinvent
I content.
Category Archives: Places
Presence
Nevermind where I come
from. Now is what matters
sounds of street
rain upon our hair
birdsong on the wind
children’s tonic laughter
Breath. Soft.
Green
In the green green forest
stone paths guide steps
quiet through
where many passed before
along their way.
Prague
If you find my
Roth novel
please accept it
gracefully.
I have left it
with a poem
safe from the wind
between stones
near a great fortress wall
high above a raging sea.
