we didn't evolve to look at ourselves

When I was very little, my Mom took me on a trip to Arizona. She was strong back then, a long-time hiker just like my dad was when the two still knew each other.

My mind trailed off on a summer day

Through the hot sappy forest,

Off the road until it met the sand.

I woke up in the golden sunny ocean,

And decided I might stay awhile.

art is love and love pushes through.