A Fierce Practice 8 31 17

You'll have to forgive me...

this didn't turn out the way I set out...and I spent all my time making it---and now I'm too tired to write. 

But that is how we find our way
Isn't it
One step at a time
In whatever direction shines the light
Toward the small morsels of
We pick up the crumbs
And chew
To find that next glimmer
Out of the corner of
Your eye
Scampering and
Until the realization
Of climbing Ursa Major
Looking down
Below at
Everywhere we have been
Only to know
This is where I need
To be

The original missive lives HERE & you can see more images HERE.