And glass and flight paths of winged hive makers
Growing green things to pull them nearer to feed them
To create home part of a whole
Sandy and I are moths drawn to the flame
Of rebirth something connecting us to somewhere
Gallery walls our garden painted thick and thin
We walk paths searching for feeling alive
The clunky nature of ourselves revealed
Bold strokes of genius left for deciphering
Pedestrians peeling back layers of petals and canvas
Searching for truth in the nakedness of our eye
Finding innate need to see ourselves
Planted there
-Holly Brians Ragusa
Holly Brians Ragusa, poet, family ringleader, embracer of words, sentients, mustard and meaning. Supporter of global causes and local endeavors the emerging author is born, released and restored to Cincinnati Ohio. www.hbragusa.com