I have never entered
your inner circle.
But I have walked
a wide loop of wonder,
and worshipped you from afar.
Greening
From poet to physicist and back again
What if we,
like the rock splitting the stream,
could split the atom
and watch the parts roll and rejoin
in combos unknown?
Spring garden with boat
Rock, paper, scissors
That relentless scramble for higher ground.
Mud and more
You wouldn’t think it would matter so much
Benfica fans, Lisbon, 20 April 2014
Why you’re gone
What I first saw was nothing,
then the pile of clothes.
They say it’s a good thing.
But I don’t know.
To the victor go the spoils
Harrowing
He dropped to where
there’s no dropping lower.
