Sometimes my joy
is just to walk.
Each step a
a flower bloom.
Each pause
remote and candid.
And as the magic
shadow plays.
I hear a voice,
a thing of mystery.
Sometimes a sail,
or a smile of the water.
Zen Life Poem #15
A Wandering Poet
As I walk around I like to record what I experience. Through poetry, ideas and thoughts I hope I can share some of these experiences with you.
A Wandering Poet 