“I too, am a foreigner here.”

I do not know if I belong here, 
but this place holds the machinations of my wonder.

Nascent Figments

‘Nascent Figments’ is the first of (hopefully) many collections or series of poems that I write.
I don’t know when I’ll cut off the collection and move on to another one — perhaps this will be the agglomeration of my life’s works.
Who knows?

Nascent (n.) - coming into existence, coming into being.

Figments (n.) - believed to be real but only exists within the imagination.

If words are my being,
may you take a part of me with you always,
and construct again the place
that brought you peace, laughter, and solace.