new sunflower video, taken during my “stroll outside”
As I sit in cool air after a stroll outside
the steam rises from my frame like
it does from a pile of dung in winter.
I thank my lucky stars, a.k.a. “Fates”
per Henley about his “unconquerable soul.”
It feels like a reward of sorts
for having survived
so many soul-crushing
there is no figuring things out.
I walk in a window of time
where things are real enough.
When the noise is stilled
is where miracles dwell.
Grace is alive and well.
Victoria C. Slotto is today’s host of dVerse’ Meet the Bar. Victoria says:
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