Thursday, October 4, 2012

The Art Of The Journey

you, my destiny

we all have an angle, not always delineated or linear, 

and not unlike the dysequilibrium, at times, 

of my circular reasoning (don't ask) :

surely you are waiting beyond the skylight 

of this cavernous path of finite time travel. 

Poem © 2012 R. Burnett Baker 
Photo ©2012 R. Burnett Baker 
Photo of the Guggenheim taken by R. Baker, 2012.

1 comment:

  1. I love how I just know these poems find you everywhere. I can almost see you stopping dead in your tracks to look for a pen and some paper to scribble your muse's latest. :p

    It's been too long since I've gotten my dose of efficient agony. :)