I see again,
pattern and shape
Detail I couldn't see before
and more...
The gap between edge and crack
The seam dividing front and back
What we have
And, yes, also what we lack
I see the time that passes in blinks of eyes
Little gestures sculpted in time
Moods changing
like clouds in a capricious sky.
I see the truth, yes
but I can also see the lies.
I am so happy for your restored sight, and for your restored faith in yourself, and in your positive outlook on life. I am sure you are a treasure for those who know you. You are an inspiration for those of us who have not (yet) had the pleasure of meeting you.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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