Hope glitters like rays of golden sunlight piercing the thick overgrowth of this life. Dare I respond, or is this merely the sharp deflection of
Suspended animation – apt descriptor for a culture mesmerized by screens, distractions altering perspectives – how few the non-adherents, whose focus remains firmly forward facing.
Cheer growth beneath a heavy cloud cover, Canada goose passes overhead, while I wander. Wander, behind a veil of rainy grey, lens poised to capture
Morning light, guiding radiance… No clouds, nor entanglements darken your purpose – radiance equating with hope. (Image from personal collection.)
Broken, we embrace – you slowly hole away, explore a laughing woman, lie with her of like poetry When you awake my self is clouds
The gap widens – the life I’d envisioned washed away by current reality – widening span. I need a bridge – expansive enough to carry