Footsteps

I have never arrived into a new life yet. Have you? Do you find the squeak of boots on snow excruciating? Have you heard people say,It wasn’t me, when they accomplished a great feat? I have, often. But rarely. • Possibility is one of the elements. It keeps things going. The ferry with its ratty engine and exactitude at chugging into blocks and chains. Returning as ever to mother’s house under a salty rain. Slave up, slave down.