Mine is the hand with the eye
Time for new growth
On naked branches
Spring is come
We create spaces
Walk away from them
Return, re-visit, renovate
We take what was
And make of it
Something else
Whether for utility
Or a statement
Reflecting on
The inmate’s time here
Brings me sadness
It lead to a window
Which would not open
And I could not see through
As much as I preferred
Being in the light
I returned to the darkness
Side-trips provide
Opportunities for insight and growth
Some windows allow the light in
But obscure its source
Not all doors can be opened
And it is unwise to walk through
Every door that does
Once
Abandoned
Derelict
Unprofitable
Now
