Some morning we will wake at anchor and pausing between sleep and life we will feel the stillness which tells us we are moored in the unknowing present.
I love poem endings that, coming as a surprise, surprise by drawing everything together. Very nice. "What a great way / to spend the day / fog bound / in Mystery Bay"
I love poem endings that, coming as a surprise, surprise by drawing everything together. Very nice. "What a great way / to spend the day / fog bound / in Mystery Bay"