The days here are good. My family works hard and takes care of one another. We listen. We try. We take pictures of each other. We go to our jobs.
I reach out into this world with caution, remembering child hood scars.
I am older now.
I cannout change the world.
Only myself.
Every attempt at good intention lost and found in there own places.
The same from which they came.
It passes through me.
I let the good in.
Filter the bad.
And contend with my own short commings.. my earthly body.
And we navigate this space and time together.
Some of us whirling, some circle, some skate, some fly or plod.
We dance little circles in the dirt.
This is the part where I go to sleep.
Good night.
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