Monday, January 4, 2010


This road
Through the village
With other roads
With other villages
With other towns
Trucks and cars and busses
Constantly moving back and forth
Spring, summer, fall, winter
Around and around and around
A moment of silence followed by sound
Coming, going, ebbing, flowing
Mountain ranges replaced by the ocean
Uncountable stars in celestial motion
Drift past my window on a moonless night


Dan Gurney said...

Lovely. I like the way this poem ends in such vastness.

Jim714 said...

Thanks, Dan. I like the shape of 100 Friends Form. It resembles a seed opening up.