8.25.2009

home dusk




travel's mystery,
to be here, then there, now back.

and realities
in my absence don't miss me,
my now is here, now.

I know the sun comes and goes
in my eyes or not,
but in the eyes of someone,

eyes filled with dawning,
our shared common morning


(east bound outside Atlanta)

1 comment:

John said...

I love this pic!