Saturday, February 18, 2012

First Mark





With this first mark,
I make a path — stepping stone words
through an otherwise empty space.


With this repetition, I strengthen,
widening the space,
invite others to follow.


Now that the path has been drawn, 
— the questions. Why here? Why now?


Each new poem exploring,
this wondrous garden,
where we weeds have grown.
©Copyright Niall OConnor

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