Poem: Trip Hazard
For those who carry all the things
Trip Hazard Sometimes I am carrying so much I do not see The hazard Until I have tripped Sometimes I am carrying so much I cannot see what I am carrying Until I am laid out with it all s c a t t e r e d on the ground around me Sometimes I am carrying so much I do not see that I can leave the big things: the weights, anchors, and elephants - things that are only disguised as mine - in a jumble on the floor Sometimes I am carrying so much, I cannot see hidden, nestling within all that big, heavy, stuff are pocket-sized treasures to notice, nurture and hold close.
Best wishes,





So relatable. I love that all those tiny treasures have been honoured in this way.
The big things that are disguised as mine...it works on sooo many levels.