And mountains. And people.

Sharp pencil
blocking out body shape.
Angular, ragged little tinsel.
Sudden move, pin finds groove,
transform, rewind tape.

A moment 
a hair away from magical.
Expertise, seen it, sonnet, sewn it.
From awe to rage, the takeaway
biographical.

I love when 
eviceration brings
selflessness and me to knees and then,
open eyes, world is wide
again. So I sing.