catch me I think
I hear whispers of nothingness
creeping in, with
so much to tell.
like who doesn’t flow with the river, downstream?
who would bother drudging upstream?
I fish in stocked waters
not in shallow lake beds;
why garden in desolate,
parched, drylands?
abundance goes where my
mind’s eye sows.
I pick
everlasting, snapshots of hope.
take a look-see inside!
your cupboard is vast, and
chock-full of diamonds.
let them out
L.S. 3/9/22
I snapped this photo at Heinz Hall in Pittsburgh, where I couldn’t stop staring at the ceiling.
laurie sliben, writer 