Nomadic Home

I am a nomad, a resident of the realm of stories. My own stories, and those of travelers I meet on a path, unknown. Stories fashioned from the chaos of memory. Stories a little bit true, a little bit false, and the rest just made up. Only inside our stories, in what is said, and unsaid, do we discover the light and shadow of that worth touching, of all that is human ~ zachary jack marcus

Thursday, August 15, 2019

Visitor

visiting light 
slips through my fingers
 like morning mist

~ zjm

15/8/19
Posted by Zachary Jack Marcus at 12:31 PM
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