Tuesday, June 28, 2011


At the roundtable of the unknighted
solace is found
when the inchoate blossoms in daylight
and what once was felt in solitude
in the quietude of the mind
now flows down one river
through a mangle of thorns and rocks.

A single body keeps its course
Atlas unshrugged in his purpose
enfolding us in supple arms.

1 comment:

Rebekah said...

First I thought shape and emptiness were most striking in the photo, but they are strong in the words, too.