There is a place,
of horizons,
where I touch
the world in all its
places,
and crevices,
struggling from
inner to outer,
holding the outer
in abeyance.
In this conscious
place of
awareness,
I have the chance
to be
open,
to be permeable.
12-1-2013
There is a place,
of horizons,
where I touch
the world in all its
places,
and crevices,
struggling from
inner to outer,
holding the outer
in abeyance.
In this conscious
place of
awareness,
I have the chance
to be
open,
to be permeable.
12-1-2013
Ed's Poetry Place 