Valcamonica; the last mountain (#WritePhoto)

August 2015 travelogue: Valcamonica, Italy The last mountain I climbed was a place I saw art that has spoken to our kin over millennia. It still offers a signpost to wonderers and wanderers today.  I won’t kid around, the journey was hard; I could hardly walk, even then, plus my asthma wasn’t under control but…

Sand Treads

Tracking the lost ones I listen to the desert where the sands tread us.   Antonia Sara Zenkevitch  

Yes And

Elementary ever,

Yes, but

Ocean ends,

Yes but

Shore ends,

“Yes but” loops,

Shells turn to sand

And

Shelled life seeks sand

And that song;

“All things from shells”

As another Darwin said.

You Are Not Alone

You are not alone, a cliché but true,
though it sounds like another platitude
beneath which judgement or indifference lies,

yet, when sincere, this phrase can catalyse

threads spun across oceans, footsteps on the moon …