corners..

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