There is power in meandering
winding wondering
to the center of the soul
where the monsters live.
We cling, instead, to strong straight paths
with measured steps and certain destinations,
where we suppose the thing called safety
waits for us.
But
Isn’t it in the dreaming of days,
the spinning of tales,
the tracing of
paths
of
rain
drops
down
long
window
panes
that
create
some
thi
n
g
n
e
w
where we learn
what we have always known
©2007 Donna Jo Wallace.
This is really gorgeous work.
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