Words snapshots & photographic poems
The sound of my awakening is the waves’ rhythm of a lazy sea.
I hold sand tightly in my hand.
I wish I was there.
back to the oceanwithout explanationsurface wavesstirring the depthsof the imaginationsmelling the salt airhere in brooklyn
A comment on "Reflections"So succinct and precise. Yes that is the battle in a nutshell. Ourselves--others--we are all one.I was thinking more about you describing your thinking. Each of us brings our own experience to your images and words and thus they are transformed.