DISCOVERING

trellised words, vined thoughts, labyrinths watering misshapen clay under the eyes of what was hidden invisible,   releasing messages from years,   unstoppable,   like the warmth of a calendar welcoming summer during the search for me  

JUMP IN

  At the end of the earth there’s a diving board where grieving souls and soiled hands search for security and a higher calling   there comes a realization there are no road signs or directions   but the hope there’s a safety net after the jump