TO GAZE OVER THE STONES

Somewhere
hid twixt the stones
of difficulty,
you’ll find
those little cracks
called grace.

No matter
how hard or smooth those stones
(or of what beauty),
even without squinting
to perceive minuti (ae),

when you breathe
and muster up
a calm, soft gaze,
you’ll see that,
at any given moment,
those small cracks,
in fact,
lace through the whole shebang
and do much more than just abound–

viewed in fullest light of day,
looking each place, from every way,
it’s clear that they,
instead,
are found
in absolutely every place.

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One Response to TO GAZE OVER THE STONES

  1. I really love this one, Elaine.

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