Poem: "The Hands of Blue Time United"

The hands of blue time united

into the mast of a sailboat.

And I was captain on that deck of shadows,

at the helm, I too a shadow

resisting impermanence,

asking: is all or any of it real

or am I writing myself into a mystery?

Either way I'd never want to miss

one second

of the unsettling wonder of It all.

(from Phoenix Fire)