
moon slips behind
thin, wispy clouds —-
shifting shape.

moon slips behind
thin, wispy clouds —-
shifting shape.



A local theater group’s performance of “My Fair Lady” a couple months ago… Unless, you count several minutes watching a group of fire jugglers on the beach in Krabi.


On this wondrous sea
Sailing silently,
Ho! Pilot, ho!
Knowest thou the shore
Where no breakers roar --
Where the storm is o'er?
In the peaceful west
Many the sails at rest --
The anchors fast --
Thither I pilot thee --
Land Ho! Eternity!
Ashore at last!






overflown banks:
trees stand strong
against the flow.
