Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Approaching Ketchikan

Moving with clouds, the sun unfolds within. Yet, the clouds remain, for they are a part of all of it too.

We bargain with sun gods and strive for radiance, but without the gray, I wouldn't be me. And you wouldn't be you.

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Location:Ketchikan, Alaska


  1. In flight and insight poetry. Love it.

  2. Remember the subway poetry of NYC? Wouldn't it be great if the overhead bins were lined with pretty prose? You should start us off!