fallow

 

weeds grow in fallow fields

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

but still..

 

the days seem the same

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

alive

 

  “To sit in the wee small hours
among the chirps and quiet light.
To be alive and breathing.” 

~ A.Dashwood

 

 

 

 

 

 

the walls between us

 

the walls built to protect us, divide us further, obstruct our view

nothing is clear

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

patchwork

 

they gathered their scraps

and stitched them together

to tell their story

a story of unity

can you imagine

unity?

 

 

(Provincetown.July 2020)