I travel
Because
Standing still
Is death
Because
Standing still
Is death
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Miles of Earth
I have driven
Many miles of Earth
Across continents
And countries
Many miles of Earth
Across continents
And countries
And where others see
Monotony
Or mundanity
I discover
Exquisite
Subtlety
The Spirit of Travel
From the very beginning
Life has always been
A journey
Life has always been
A journey
Times Forgotten
I linger here in times forgotten
Imaginings of men long gone
Who’d quarried stone
And built their homes
In cave and crevice
On cliff side perch
Imaginings of men long gone
Who’d quarried stone
And built their homes
In cave and crevice
On cliff side perch
Their loves and lives
All but lost to us
Except for edifices left behind
A story told in rock and refuse
And daytime dreams
Of my construction
Goanna
I admire the wisdom
Of ancient intelligence
Expressed through atoms
And molecules
Biology and behaviour
Of ancient intelligence
Expressed through atoms
And molecules
Biology and behaviour
Chance and mutation
Viability, adaptation
Until I look back
A hundred million years
At selections long enduring
Where Am I Going!
Sometimes I wonder
Where am I going
Where is this road taking me
How am I going to get past this
Where am I going
Where is this road taking me
How am I going to get past this
I stop
Reconnoitre
Check the maps
Consider my options
Except for some times
Magic Hour
Amber gold
Sun wraps the day
In magic hues
A gift to put away
In darkest places
And there stay wrapped
‘Til morning comes
End of Day
The sun’s come ’round
To end the day
Light conceding
Night repealing
To end the day
Light conceding
Night repealing
In the darkness
That’s to come
A world revealed
Which can’t be viewed
It’s heard
And touched
It’s smells ignored
When eyes can see
One mile at a time
Anchored to my desk
And the responsibilities required
To live another 10,000 days
And the responsibilities required
To live another 10,000 days
I long for the road
And its gift of living
One mile at a time
Greys and Greens
This misty shore
Calls to me
Greys and greens
The susurro
Of waves on sand
The whispered wind
In long stemmed grass
Relieve me from
Hard lines and steel
Harsh words and sound
My urban stress
Calls to me
Greys and greens
The susurro
Of waves on sand
The whispered wind
In long stemmed grass
Relieve me from
Hard lines and steel
Harsh words and sound
My urban stress
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