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
strange-cloud-kindness
tangible silence
and then,
giggles-goofy-loves.
CKS
touch, like charcoal on fingertips!
rough-cut
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
