Sometimes rest is hard
Eyes glued to this tiny screen
Turn the device off!
Communications & Digital Media Specialist
Walking past the stalls
Early morning at Pike Place
Tourists were absent
Bird Song filled the air
After dawn’s light hit the sky
They scattered: airborne
Can’t forget
What has passed
Some may wish these
Memories to vanish
For me? No…
I hold them dear
Pain and joy
For that’s
Love’s legacy
Immortality
This, driving human dreamers
The ultimate fear

Clouds are moving in
Yet the sunlight still remains
Outdoors we must go