Sunday, July 24, 2011

Here I Am


Here I am,
hemmed in by my senses.

Here I am,
lost forever in the motion of time.

Here I am,
blind and deaf to my true nature.

1 comment:

  1. Interstate at Dawn

    Some drive the highway
    Until the heat buckles it
    And like flocks of geese
    They tailspin over the rail
    Into the river below.

    If you love what you do,
    Expect no one to pay you
    Because that’s not a job
    In this country.

    [Disposable Poem July 24, 2011]
    Dr Mike

    ReplyDelete