Being…the Artful Dodger

This fragility of being is solely mine…

imageedit_12_6775057211hand tossed.

Much like a mistakenly crisp late spring, piney waft.

On which, so much feeds.

Or, purposely perpetuated wants…overcoming needs.

I can set my sights on a higher power…

that seems often higher and higher.

And, soon out of my reach.


Conversely, I can assume the best of intentions from quiet savagery…

the artful being that grows above and below the seed.