Rescued (Thursday Doors)

despite my constant
constant
meandering, I do sometimes
(sometimes)
get from here to there–
there
is a destination of sorts, though–
though
I lack the language to define it—
“it”
meaning the paths that blend–
blend
together until they are all one–
one
located always in between
between

Yesterday I wrote a lot of angry, despairing, depressing words but they had nowhere to go. So I went out and ran my errands–UPS store, post office, grocery store–and took some photos.

This is the first time I noticed the fire engine in the school playground–I must have looked at it hundred times, with children and without–is right across the street from our newly renovated firehouse.

Isn’t it beautiful?

My poem is an echo poem for the W3 prompt given to us by David.

And I had to take a photo of the bear outside the UPS store. It’s an advertisement for a local florist. I really like the way it looks like the tree is growing out of the bear.

And, as always, you can find more doors at Thursday Doors, hosted by Dan Antion.