Finding Ground

Where and how I fit in has been in a swirl lately. I’ve had plenty to think about, too much to think about.

Normally I look for signs to provoke new thought and to think differently. The most striking things I see now are those that stop thought. A light pole on a freeway bridge next to a bus stop has a twisted, half-painted ground wire. It’s home enough for a cluster of moss. It’s home enough to say ‘shhhhh’.

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