Creation is chaos
A pile of pieces brimming with potential,
all scrambling to find their spot.
They look to me for direction
while I'm begging for a clue as to what the hell we are doing together.
Curiosity keeps me rolling.
After the wobbles, delight, or thrashing,
I arrive grateful for being in the dark.
of what became of the chaos
always knocks my socks off.
Created by hand with paper, scissors, and glue sticks.
Create something from everything.
Always more to come...