Wednesday, April 8, 2009


the house becomes a home, and the boys are left to explore.
for all the new space, the lost gather in nooks and corners. 

I got lost today too, and celebrated with pixyish abandon- I dislike the frailty nurture brings, and how my resolve falters.
But the observation is significant, and just so poetic. 
The bedouin spoke with instinct rooted deep, and I made my connections. 

For those who wander, and those who stray; 
these corners forever provide solace

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