An angular momentum, my slant
point of view draws me away
from center: look up and clerestory
windows slice a high-rise into
tangrams, look straight ahead
and meat-and-bone geometries
jay-walk across my field of view.
Still, I’m looking for something
more elusive, that place where “eye”
and “I” shimmer like the mirage
they are, rush and recede along
longitudes tethered to every
vanishing point, converging on
something infinite and whole.
Another day of travel and work, and back home very late. I hope I'll be able to troubleshoot my poor sick Mac and resolve the issues by the end of the day Saturday. Then I could resume sharing images as well as words. Stay tuned...and thanks for the support, y'all!