Wrestling With Gray
Ribbon highways tempt with destinations, bright electric exits without melancholy brooding in the rear-view mirror. I normally don’t look back, mind rake my yesterdays to garden good times, but stuck in non-direction even images of my overweight self are sunlight on a monochrome Sunday. Sitting at my table of wishes I watch a cardinal through my window, drink another cup of tea, and ponder if a journey begins with a single step, how do I reach Shambala by pacing quicksand? ©Susie Clevenger 2020 I was honored to have my photo as inspiration to spark poetry at The Sunday Muse. The Sunday Muse #116 Poets and Storytellers United ~ Writer's Pantry #28