Monday, February 22, 2010


The longer I live
the more I see
that everything seems to be connected.
Some of those connections
may be a bit obscure --
the road from then to now
or him to her
or me to you
may wind a bit,
or spiral up
(or sometimes down)
but still the fabric of being
exhibits its weave more clearly
the older I get
and the more I learn to see --
or is it just
that as my vision dims
and hearing fails
everything begins to look
and sound the same?

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1 comment:

S. Etole said...

your photos and poems are so unique ...