What Crosses My Mind

  • Three Titles

    A Time To Wallow – Part One It’s when everything seems to drift by, motives of the day remain unclear, like a passenger train traveling on rails, though stuck in a one way journey. Wishing for a surprise inside the next tunnel our eyes aimed on the quiet reality outside our fast moving window. When…

  • Always Practical

    Was it always this simple The practical practice Of knowing one another So the strengths and weakness Might somehow balance   Were we that naïve in beginnings A trip to Europe See the world and imagine life From a perspective beyond The normalcy we are taught to hold.   I remember the time I came…

  • There’s a Song About It Too

    I think it’s the Counting Crows, well now I know it is, just being stylish, setting the tone, the moment when everything matters, inside the look of a photo.   I woke to this image in the morning, it represents something, a journey I suppose, where all eyes come together to find some peace, waking…

  • A Quiet Travel Reveal

    I walked through a mall the other day, only to find a way out, you see caught up in the melee of a holiday spray, I couldn’t discover an easier way. I thought of all the people nearby, each of them finghting to find their way, we were all in a box with windows and…

  • Sights in a Small Town Cafe

    I watched the lines continue to grow, all wanting, waiting, wishing, yet I never knew the latter, especially by expression, I only managed to maybe gather, their reasons to be seemed rather the same as mine and yours.   Not your typical cafe I might add, the people wanting much more, than the usual scenario…

  • Empty Spaces – The Road Taken – Photo Challenge

    The Road Taken And yet there were travelers, all of the eyes, the minds, the plays, the laughter that contained an avenue of freedom inside quiet minds, sighs, while everywhere around a humanity maintained.   Where have they all gone, the inspiration, surreal is the occasional dreamer who steps inside wonder only toward the stranger…

  • Landing Gear

    Select eyes historical vibes We wonder precarious lives Travel bags aligned to cry the next few hours telling why ~ we all wear select fabric. Represent shallow instinct the need to suggest identity is far and a weighted travesty. ~ We are the same ticket stamped just quieter at the outset … Though in hours…

  • Wonder Highways

    How many hours spent rolling wheels distant sunlight turns to slow sunset, miles away, traveling forever, I remember the endless glance to the sky, waiting for the next … miracle. ~ Always did  wish for some reprieve, back of heads, one smoking, the other in a similar place 40 years later, we were isolated in…

  • On Cloudy Afternoon

    Measure the moment we respond to that which attracts our eye skies may be cloudy beyond while we examine questions why. ~ While we examine questions why our eyes will well up in a flash a quick glance a memory we espy our soul-searching ringlet sash ~ our soul-searching ringlet sash provides a lofty circumstance one hopes may quick…

  • Face Reminders

    Through the glass she smiled straight ahead with pensive eyes inside a sun streaked pane that face is familiar a typical roadway stop if when we glance can we define lives within our reach yet safe and detached. I remember the time traveling with even pace, I came upon her eyes a few lights at a…