A Collection of Thoughts
Poetry, images, and thoughts
Prelude:
Life is an open road,
or a blank page.
I get caught between
the ‘is’
and the ‘becoming’
for each thing exists
unsolid
and I want stability.
I sometimes write in this space
between words.
coyote sky
clouds drift in
and out
of the blue
Dragons to the northwest
play
between storms
stone-cloud
roils
and falls
in its own time
little crazed
homeless
talking to demons
curled on mountain
dragons play
both cloud and mountain
