MEASURES <\/strong> There is nothing that goes by me unnoticed. It\u2019s the details, the pinpricks that can be seen by the blind, the footprints of the ants<\/a> that have gone about their daily work, that\u2019s where life fully resides. Where it is given its complete attention and care.<\/p>\n One time, when I was young and open to all that was new, all that had grown to become new before it fell into history, I was in love. Stones cracked into sand in my fingers. Drops of rain became rivers that laughed on their way to the oceans. Trees blossomed and stretched to the sky, wiping off blue into smudged clouds. The sun shone from the center of a child\u2019s eye, the moon in the opaque eye of the elderly.<\/p>\n Then I lost love and its undiscerning gaze. Now I am at odds with nature, the air strangles me. The world full of flowers has shrunk to its petals and then, one single petal in particular. It is too large a world to cope with unless once dissects it, seeks the point of focus, microscopes it into a simple cell.<\/p>\n So I tread carefully, my step light and considered. Each day passes that way, with one petal fading into another. One footprint, of an ant.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" MEASURES Word Count: 212 There is nothing that goes by me unnoticed. It\u2019s the details, the pinpricks that can be seen by the blind, the footprints of the ants that have gone about their daily work, that\u2019s where life fully … Continue reading
\nWord Count: 212<\/p>\n