
Thanks
I am amazed at how big the small things are.
My moments have not ended.
I fear, yet carry my loads and arrive.
Greens, reds, and blues greet me,
familiar where they lie
in sunlit hues and shadowed tones.
Flavors line my pockets.
My fingers explore them
as I walk from here to there,
choosing.
Whispers may approach without clarity,
but I notice, able to wonder,
able to ask.
I glide my hand over bits of paper,
and with…


