
Moving through mid-day
I step outside and reclaim
Focus and vision
poetry, prose, and photography

Moving through mid-day
I step outside and reclaim
Focus and vision
Reflect on myself
Walking upon these same streets
Changed and new blended.
Walking upon old roads
My childhood feet trode.
Memories, feelings lurking
Forgotten flit forth, bird-like;
A flicker upon consciousness
Vanishing like morning fog
Leaving no trace save the
Dream-like phantom reflection
Of my youth.
Weariness grabs my soul
Dragging eyes downwards
Below my stride, footsteps
Striking quietly upon
Concrete, stone, pedestrian
Elements of suburban life.