Salt hangs in the mist
The bell from a channel buoy
Guiding me back home
Category: Travel
Beginnings
We walk the worn paths
Of an unexplored landscape
The first of many
Passage
The vessel broken
one soul escapes to freedom
with a final breath
The Road
Rivers of blacktop
Streaming towards infinity
But going nowhere.
Late
I arrived in time
To watch you walk away from
Our lives together
Travel
The short light of dawn
Illuminating strangers
Waiting for the train