This is slow work.
Word by Word.
Page by Page.
Little bursts followed by long silences.
Movement and moment inbetween.

Poet to poet to reader to poet to artist.

We fill out the empty pews person by person.
until we have a chorus.
body and congregation.

Sometimes we stumble:
on scree
on unexpected roots
on a rhyme
or lack of rhythmn.

Lack of purpose
Discouraged.

We got turned around in the woods.
following a deer path that just ends
like the deer simply vanished.

We look for the light,
The source of the stream.

find our way through tangle, bramble, incoherent ramble.
Pick ourselves up and begin again.

Step by Step.
Hand over Hand.

Until we figure out what we have to say.