and yet, without him
no joy to anticipate –
no welcoming kiss.
Month: May 2015
Stick
We have this habit of defining
the nature of our beast
and an eye for definition
which may limit, or at least
prevent us from evolving
in a helpful sort of way
to keep up with our surroundings –
the environments at play.
.
There are countless endless junctures
at which our cells could switch
from those well-remembered patterns
to a stronger bolder stitch
but our stubborn prolongation
of the sequences we know
keeps us circling our shelter
even when the changed winds blow.
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