We navigate the
darkness with little
more than the light
of our dreams to
guide us, more lost
than found, more
hopeful than knowing
We stake our claims
on forsaken ground
planting wildly
impatient and
imperfect seeds, while
loving and nurturing
weeds; finding beauty
in the most
unbeautiful things
10/7/2015 Poem/ Image ©Debbie Berk