Moon Chariot

Time is now measured, or seems to pass not in minutes elapsed but in my baby’s coos In her fleeting smiles Her curious gaze In the number of blinks before a cry or sleepiness …

You and I, aren’t we just flashes of each other? Variations on a theme There’s so much going around in bits and bytes And it’s coming at us at warp speed Real, …

The scale of the journey is rarely ever the same Sometimes it covers continents Sometimes day and night But mostly I simply travel the corners of my mind between multiple cups of …