early morning in the wash

where the road runs out 
the depth of choosing begins 
where you draw the map 
minute to minute, paths minute 
as the moon, seismic 
as the sandy scent of lupine 
washing your dry summer feet

I woke up with that phrase “the depth of choosing” resonating in my mind. This is one of my sparklets from The Florilegia Project, and also the name of that project’s last found poem. It comes from Mia Birdsong’s thoughtful and challenging book about community, How We Show Up.

4 thoughts on “early morning in the wash

  1. Thank you for sharing your sensitivity with us. We need more of this gift in our pandemic crisis. It keeps us mindful of ongoing experience, reminds us of our common humanity, inspires us to be kind. Ginger

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