Trapped in the sequencing of time, poetry for now becomes poetry for when? I wait, sinking in the quicksand, of poetic inspiration about the Danube trip and our daughter’s wedding. The truth is poetic inspiration and words happen in a moment - which is “Poetry for Now”.
So I am going back in time to recreate the moments through my journals and photographs, reliving the scenes and times. These poems capture a few special and poignant experiences rather than being a travelogue of our 3 weeks through Europe.
