tread

Poet... treading water mulling, on this fragile game (of life). Waiting on a happenstance... while tossing coins (on ice). 

Poet streetlife.

Today's miles of morning musing, after receiving my next to last radiation treatment. 👊👊👊

Thoughts sift, and blur... just out of understanding. Just out of focus.

Three intense months of slippery soil, emotional baggage... along with the whitest light of faith, hope, and grace, illuminating my days.

I'm excited to continue forward, giving these raw surges, insecurities and fears... up to a higher power, and contour on through this life.

And oh, what a gift, this second chance at fate, given to a grateful mortal... such as me.