
moleclues of motion have never known the word obstacle green going with the flow happily not seeking separation a sorrowful lament or joyous naming of aliveness birthed from the diaphram like eyes from above emulating possibility of sight through darkness and they continued to create, even when they couldn't feel hope beating the odds one heartbeat at a time Photo taken in Portugal 2017.

Day 2 of National Poetry Writing Month
Check out the prompts HERE.
The questions I chose to ponder were: What is a river?
What is seaweed? What is song? What is an owl? What is a miracle?








