Puppy
Hypnotic Kahu
Mixed Media: Ink, Yarn, Wood, Glass
The Acrobat
Some nights, I sit at the edge of the bed,
anchored in my wanderIngs
of how your acknowledgment
has slipped through my consciousness
over and over again.
How have I never noticed
this protective umbrella over my head?
Now, that time has become a vagabond,
I slip in and out,
forever grateful for all that has come.
What are you,
that in your presence
even gods shy their souls?
I don’t ask questions.
