Focal Point

Strawberry Candy

Only the foolish

Are dazzled by perfection

Worn on surface skin


Wisdom discovers

Truth stored in secret places,

Coaxes seeds to grow

He Spins His Wheels


He spins his wheels in sinking sand,

getting nowhere fast;

he wonders where the hours went,

and why he’s always last.

Directions skewed, momentum clipped,

his focal point in sight –

how will he get to going spot

if he can’t see the light?


We could all use a little light – is yours shining today?