Too many people
waiting for the lift.
So, I took the stairs
all the way to the sixth floor.
There is no escaping it.
I walked to save my visions.
Idyllic steps, out of touch
with the music of spring.
But I walked anyway.
Visibility is a virtue
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 