I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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22 February 2010

High Driving

Lake one side
sea on the other
I’m driving
into cloud
those towering white mountains
along the high ridge.


  1. sounds thrilling.

    reminds me of of a trip to eastern Canada, along the goat-path-road coastline of Cape Breton, Nova Scotia

  2. That sounds thrilling! Mine was more scenic, really.