Morning Thoughts
On a World Without Maps
The air is heavy with moisture that beads on my studio window just before dawn.
I was born into a journey
that had signposts.
I made maps with my steps,
and told the stories that helped
others find thei…
The air is heavy with moisture that beads on my studio window just before dawn.
I was born into a journey
that had signposts.
I made maps with my steps,
and told the stories that helped
others find thei…