I am along for the ride, leaning in on the curve as a river of thought bends me. I meander along side innumerable possibilities, jarred by a safari of contrasting ideals, challenged by an expedition of discovery. I yield, tuning my emotional lens to the perspicacity of the human condition. There are exhaustive revelations finding me as I wander, in gardens of mortality and spirituality, alleys of banality and superficiality. There is no choice or decision, calling or vocation, it’s simply what I do. Perennially wide-eyed, unable to shift my gaze, from wormholes and perches I glean truisms and shams, which spray their light through prisms, reflect into mercury glass and mud puddles, to become something under which, I sign my name.
Finding You
Finding you I climbed high shelves Dug through penny jars Danced with strangers in mud puddles, tracks moist, then dry….
