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