Fascinated by entropy, but swayed by a necessity of spongy boundaries,
I take my thoughts in hand and by heart, to entwine them with the rest of the world’s.
Nothing new under the sun, I know. But.
The dependable touchstones, the aboutness of my life,
which I stroke and by which I am comforted
remain in situ.
while concreteness of ideals gel and lend their foundation.
I am tying a bouquet of helium balloons to a mental sidewalk;
There is wind, there are cracks, there is rain.
A. Locke 2013