Sunday, May 5, 2013

An Ictus to My Day

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Hillebrand Steve, U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service
A mist rises from a black spruce forest
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My pen lies in the tapping of keys, a rhythmic ictus to my day.  The sounds of tapping can fill time. I am not sure that they can fill a soul nor help it to find peace.

The tapping continues for lack of a better path. Perhaps that is a loss. Perhaps not. But the way remains through somehow.

Always through.

tiny steps
on blistered feet
each small stone
making its presence known
through pain

the pain bring an odd sort of peace
the fullness of it
alerting me
to the small stone I might not have otherwise known

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt


  1. Isn't that so true - sometimes we need to feel the pain to notice things we otherwise would've brushed off. Thanks for visiting my blog.


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