Poem Pop

I set out to write a full post today, but thoughts wouldn’t coalesce into anything that didn’t sound like complaining. Poetry I’ve been writing lays half finished in uncategorized piles, and like my thoughts, go uncompleted and untouched. I dug up a piece to share with you that reminds me that what we look for can also be found outside of normal pathways, can sit in the unquiet silence of the outdoors.