
can’t see with our eyes
water which we thirst for most
only with our hearts

can’t see with our eyes
water which we thirst for most
only with our hearts
If you live in one place long enough, if some things occur regularly, and if you’re halfway paying attention, you will recognize the patterns. And, the more patterns you recognize, the more you marvel at the grand scale of the universe and the smallness of your self. And, you’re thankful for being awake, even if just for a moment…

the glow on her face
the sunset through the glass door
spring’s around the bend
loose wraps on trailer
billowing in the backwash
interpretive dance
the glare from the sun
reflecting back off the road
hard to see the lines
driving not by sight alone
steady as she goes and trust
children in the yard
meandering game of chase
winter’s butterflies