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I felt a parting in my soul—

like a child abandoned,

barefoot and bereft,

scooped up on the wind’s waves—

a tumbleweed of insecurity,

looking for a home.

(from Mortal Landscapes)

Tossing, turning

Wrestling rest

Sleepless Creativity

Won’t let go

’Til like hungry Jacob,

She is blessed

(from Creativity, the Divine Interface)

A swing set, a big grin, a young, determined chin. Full of promise,

nothing broken, climbing up

and over, back then.

(from The Space Between Us)