Chin barely above water, but still above
This blog is how I keep my head above water at all. Or one of the ways.
I can’t run a marathon so I at least try to take my bearings.
Lewis and Clark where are you?
In a dark time, we reach out.
The guys lost in the desert
or women in a blizzard,
marks on a prehistoric cave wall.
A marathon of the fingers.
A hope.
It’s a message in a bottle for the future self.
6-7-11
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