I am still picking up the pieces
of what I imagined I would be.
Some of them are easy to find;
they are close by,
they shine brightly,
calling for attention.
They group together in clusters,
little galaxies of habit, pattern, routine.
But others are further away,
alone, quiet,
easy to miss.
They lie in the shadows,
dusty, dim, forgotten.
I am looking for those pieces,
before they are lost
to the winds
of forgetting,
spiralling away to aimlessness,
as the pattern is lost.
Timothy Moss 
Wow!
🙂
Agreed. Wow.
I would say there is a definite “presence” with this one.
You delivered. In word, deed and image.
And I can totally identify with the search for pieces.
The re-finding of the self. The re-imagining.
Well done, sir.
Wow – I’m humbled. Thank you.
BTW, I have come to look forward to your posts as much for the words as for the images.
That’s interesting – thanks Johnny. 🙂
As the others have said, this is wonderful! What came first, the image or the words?
Thank you! I’m really not sure what came first – I’m going to write about that today…