Poem: "The Hands of Blue Time United"
May 24, 2020
The hands of blue time united
into the mast of a sailboat.
And I was captain on that deck of shadows,
at the helm, I too a shadow
asking: is all or any of it real
or am I writing myself into a mystery?
Either way I'd never want to miss
of the unsettling wonder of It all.
(from Phoenix Fire)