Threshold Akin to opening a new writing pad A new sketchbook Standing in front of a blank canvas atop an easel Inhaling the scent of a pile of new wood, awaiting chisel Feeling the squish of fresh clay through caressing fingers Rubbing your pregnant belly, feeling the kick, the hiccup Moments of anticipation, hope, expectation.Continue reading “Threshold”
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