Jim White

Mar 13

Where do you come,


Photo by the author

Looking back into desert mirage

The snake sliding across the road

Ahead, a boulder to carry

Like memories in tiny broken drawers

All the pent-up guilt, remorse, nostalgia, attachment

To the imprints within mind

A machine that never seems to wear down

And yet, breaks…



Jim White

Jim White

Creation is the way. Transformation today. Metamorphosis play. Onward. To lay out in desert degree.