"I am all pieces that don't fit
But with you
I don't realize it."*

That's all I have ever wanted to be able to say



And meant

We are stewards of the earth
The sweet mother
Who has provided for us
Since the day of our birth

She cares for us
So we should care for her
Don't be callous
As a caretaker do not err

Be one with nature
And ensure that it grows
Remember
You reap what you sow

Abuse and misuse her not
Remember
You reap what you sow

when one door closes...
then it can also be locked
an unintentional specialty of mine

some close of their own volition
others require a little nudging
leaving those that need be kicked

i've walked through them all
beneath their porticos of promise
over their thresholds of dreams

spaces beyond so warm and inviting
or ominously dark and foreboding
but entry is inevitably mandatory

a lament in keyhole retrospective
reduced in scope and visibility
incomprehensibly limiting foresight

begrudgingly resigned to redesign
wishes trapped beyond mortal reach
accessible only with a skeleton key