In this place in the snow stuck in the house
No applause pattering a path to the door
No smiling handshakes or job-well-dones
No shrines to accomplishment lining the way
Only an enlightened soul silently practicing
Facets sparkle and race across walls and ceilings
Inspiration shines through the windows
And out into the empty frozen streets
-T. Weeks
(A response to “Weave in, My Hardy Life”)
Life Immense 