Wednesday, January 14, 2009

A Personal View














A moment might be
a thousand different things.
I wanted to be right there.
When I wasn't
I always knew
where to find me.

In still photos
stood at the edge,
so close
that if I reached out
I could touch the world.

The warm wind slicing
through my hair,
rocks, waves, clouds
and none the same.

Gone as a hush meets
a ryhthmic rumble.

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