(while working on another piece this morning I found this in my drafts, I meant to go in to delete, but in the end my hand and heart pushed Publish)
I am going to try a short series of poetry inspired by (my second love) street photography, a series I took last year at the Easter Sunday Parade in the French Quarter, New Orleans.
photo credit westcoastwoman
Each step you take, from here to there
each hand you hold, they’ll sometimes care
some filled with light some fighting dark
you’ll find what’s right, you’ll make your mark
your heart will break, can’t help you there
you’ll find one hand that let’s you care
but in the end, your hand to heart
is what will lead you home.