trains

plaintive whistle sounds (and my)
heart fills with longing-
curious
to find where the steel rumble goes and
where
it has been
the adventure of the travel,
the distance and the
land

Week In Photos: 7

(untitled poem)

the singer's voice in the
 coffee shop
changes
the molecular structure of
my
presence

then my being becomes
a
floating awareness
in this
light-filled
space

Week in Photos: 6

Week In Photographs: 5

the dreaming recall...

I have been working so much and sleeping so little that I have not been able to remember any of my recent dreams. Last night, however I did sleep, and recall this segment:

i am standing in line to at job #1 when i realize that i have to go to job #2 later on that night, and as i realize this, i break out in sobbing tears, crouching down into a kneeling position i am crying so hard...a couple of people come over to comfort me and see if i am all right...