from a middle place of reflection,
inevitable passages rolling on;
the bones settle
into gentle connections,
Injured pride decrying
heroic beauty without reward;
determined, though, to softness and cheer leading;
opening deep breaths,
from a belly fully of love.
A boundless source,
plump in its finery,
picks it way along a thorny path;
the end point a mystery,
obscured by here and now.
(exercise from inner EXCAVATION Explore Your Self Through Photography, Poetry and Mixed Media by Liz Lamoreux)