Somewhere Uncommon

Find secret histories through sidestreets and footnotes
The littler pieces,
Bright and tiny
a minute menagerie instead of chorus>
Finding doesn’t always happen by searching.
Instead, sometimes finding is something else.
But when we are
Willing to look
And keep looking
And keep trying And keep learning And keep hopeful And keep faith
And keep heartfelt;;;
And make things, Make many somethings
Records of our journeys (big and small)
We’ll get somewhere uncommon yet utterly welcoming
(this includes those dear to us – for we can’t do it without them…)