Where We Are

neither I sit;
restless I tremble.

water’s silence
spring parades

in the shade-cast room
behind glass veiled curtain

I, road of forgotten
dreaming fingers

where we are

I opened the door  today.  One thing at a time.

Brush teeth. Shower.  Beauty in simple tasks not so easy.

Dishes.  Food.  Water.  Bird song and a bee.

This is where we are.  When your world is turned upside down, what do you?

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

Connie Karleta Sales

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