Somewhere New

Apr 25

I stumble and stupor into the world again

Learning to walk between, across and over the lines

Enjoying the spontaneity and lightness to still be found

Open to the possibility beyond wood, brick and glass

To wander and enjoy company in the unusual

I fumble with this new language and culture

I’m thrust in again

Somehow keeping me recognizable

And finding a happiness to hold to

An Offer