The image of youth fails to fade, regardless of years. Unquenched thirsts discover treasures from the sky. Legs like god’s conquer lands and oceans where beaches stretch into dreams. The tick of clock lies deep in young hearts but chimes loud in the breath of the aged.
I am a traveler within the space familiar to me. The area surrounding, the region full of what I know best and how I appear to others and myself. This land is of my youth; tree swings, paths toward home and back doors always unlocked. Windows blossom with curtains and flowers pots in need of … More THIS PLACE
We gather. Move into. Absorb the years. Claim the day, wonder about the past. Unclaimed and unfinished minutes become armies of hours, dissolving as they pass, draining beneath us, out of us, drowning us in the air we breathe. In youth our legs championed obstacles. Our dreams outdistanced everything. As gladiators we overcame and conquered. … More TURNING THE CORNER
Roger Singer 