Yes, I admit I’ve been on the move quite a bit and now am back home. Is traveling without continuous access to technology a good thing for a blogger of poetry? Bad and good- as poems have to come out of zero expectation. At least for me….
when I wake up someone is not in the room
the birds have changed colour, the clock reminds of different chores
upside down is right side up. whichever way I look maps pour out the sea
clowns then time
they juggle memories
they shift the man in your head
the conviction that you recognize
me, I, mine.
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