We live in between our own anxious, gasping breaths,
On wonderland that is neither somewhere or nowhere,
Up and down lies carefully on its side and dares to think,
Within our creative cells and tortured thoughts derive,
Pen, brush, music, and lens we work to capture the eyes,
Expressing our images with the naked utter truth so rare,
Hearts leaving our veracities and beauty we’re called to share.
by Joni 10/14/19
