Outside The Now P.O.M. February

Outside The Now Sometimes while I’m in motion I step outside the now Reflecting on the universe And wondering where and how The stars they go in daytime The moon it disappears And why the trees in forests Play noises in my ears Why do the restless oceans Keep beating...

Washed Sand November P.O.M.

Washed Sand Who am I that stain the sand Whose every footprint mark this land For as my breath invites the day In idle thoughts I drift away I gaze behind to see my path As in real time the sea it laps But when at last in full retreat I search to find my footprints...