Suspended lightbulbs:
darkness is a pendulum,
banishing brightness.
Tag: travel
Auckland

The city of sails—
a fleet awaits instructions,
dully fog descends.
Fog

I wake to engines—
inside, my brain fog clears up,
outside it descends.
Dance

A dance of shadows:
emeralds in the ceiling
lighting up the room.
Bridge

Though we build bridges
often we fall a bit short—
in concrete and life.
