There are lifelines to be foundIn the curve of an ebbing tide –In the field that undulates –At the newly drawn boundary;The reclamationOf a lost
Category: There Are No Fixed Stars
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Twenty-Six – Intertidal
In the intertidal space,Nothing is as sureAs change;Nothing as certainAs tumult –Yet,There are those who reside there;In pools left behindBy the tide,Or in the depthsWhen
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Twenty-Five – Horizon
Of one thing we can be certain – there is always a horizon;That place intangibleWhere the sun disappearsAnd rises;Where we too can disappearAnd rise to
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Twenty-Four – The Oblivious Bird
The small bird knows not what the sight of it in flight can do for those who cannot leave the ground. It is not cognisant
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Twenty-Three – All That Is Lost
This is the tree that spoke for itself. For which no words of mine were forthcoming when I photographed it five days ago, and came
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Twenty-Two – Skylines
When you think of yourself in relation to the sky, what is it that comes to mind?For me, it holds the infinite.It is my reason
