See your life as a gift from the great unknown.
And your task is to receive it.
Mary Chapin Carpenter
Mother Nature’s Waiting Room
Life begins old…out north.
From the furthest reaches of…
a farmer’s market
Blistering exhibitions for ‘a party of one’ along forsaken scenic byways.
Hamlets of unknown origin…where glances are given sideways.
There is a fidgety kind of tenderness that keeps people here.
A tactile divergence from urbane fears.
…A close family member.
The burden of it?
A love letter…ever so dear.