While watching a recent documentary describing Egypt's "deep state,” regarding the corrupt governments of Egypt and Turkey, I was moved by the words: “Half a revolution…
“Skylark, nice skylark, I shall pluck you.”
The whiteness of the frozen cold
over the lake,
expands the gaze.
And silence can be heard
in the vastness of space.
Night overtakes day
and the colds ride in on the wind…
The movement slows.
And there is a longing to go within
Dear 2014,
