Tuesday, April 20, 2021

Found Poem


One moment's hesitation 
     caused a world to slip and slide
Momentum in regression
     making inner worlds collide
A breath too late
     A thought too still
        A tune unnoticed wanes
Illusions of reality
     crowd fate out of the game
Yet deep inside a centered man
     a power waits to rise
Entwined with faith and confidence
     each dream to realize

[Dated 5/5/03; greenish-suede(like) journal with black spine and button/elastic closure; Photo from 2003 wedding--second one I shot, first for someone I did not know]


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