Joe

[Szczepan]

I like poems that randomly throw imagery at you with - if properly done - a challenge to tie them together.
So, your approach, in and of itself, is o.k. by me.

First, travel far all day. Winter. Cold..
Then turn the corner. Find the bay. all ok.
It’s mostly mortar, bricks and water. Old.
Now night brings shadows, mist and fog; white bay. <<< not sure of significance of "bay" here and elsewhere

Hotel is fine. eat bread; Soft bed. feel good <<< Hotel fine works better imho than Hotel is fine
Protected cave. A starry night; asleep. <<< like protected cave ... like protective cave a tad better.
Full Moon; a storm blows, river flows: loud wood.
A ray of light. So, drink in day; Awake.

A rolling stone. Content. Yet, short is life, <<< remove "is"?
And time goes. Flash in pan, is all I am. <<< maybe let the reader guess who is the flash in pan?
A humbling thought. So, pause; feel joy; alive.
So precious. Lose so easy. Distractions. Spam. <<<< great line!

An honour. Able to see, all nature’s forms.
Then travel far. Lose the bay. Humble. Warm..