We went for a walk today.  
together.  He pushed me.
and we enjoyed
silver-haired squirrels
and turtles at water’s edge.
is this redemption; the acceptance? 

in borrowed chair,
he asked me to give it a try.
life made easier
I do not know where this goes.  
The walk was beauty and free.  
My hesitant pause.  

My heart in sun;
hidden by shadow
tangible silence

and then,

touch, like charcoal on fingertips!

bedside sketch

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower

story of my bones (detail), 48″ x 24″, charcoal, graphite, ink, pigment, wood, ©CKS 2012-15


Posted by:Connie Karleta Sales

artist, poet, educator, public speaker and thriver! Smiles and unpaved roads are the way I roll :D