Ring hollow
In every context
But imagination
When it’s no longer possible
To get an image
With a hand-held camera
I sit down
And bask in the immensity
Most drawn to center
Where all of us are one
But many lost in darkness
To drift beyond the crest
Forms and lines
With seeming guile
Lead my eye
On paths unknown
I wonder
At the tenacity
Of living things
And marvel at the beauty
Death sometimes brings
I may think of friends
Who are far away
But always in my orbit
Always there
Even if not visible
In my daylight skies
But I try to live every day
As if it were a tread
On the staircase
Which would take me there