Monday, January 23, 2006

walk on

under the brilliant blue
standing on the icewater
swinging still water into flowing water
we let go . . . empty . . . wash . . . walk on . . .

dreams mingle in the delicate magic of possiblility
where one never knows where the sly ice may open adventure

- See: Poetry


:: note :: . . . always beginning & ending be . . .