Focus

What do you hold in focus? What do you chase after or reach towards?

I have a million projects I’d like to narrow down to a number more manageable.

Trees are magical. Fertility is mysterious. Snow is cold yet crystal-ous. My fingerprints are unique, yet not exclusively printed.

You are rough as this bark.
I am smooth as this green.
We are tough as these ages we have lived through and seen.

Escape to the blur
Behind where I focus
Only in time will this air choose to choke us.