retracing your footprints in the mud
your tracks don’t quite fit in the old
your feet are bigger now
going in a different direction.
at first, you walk over your old prints
stomping all over them
imprinting new tracks over old
they’re almost gone when you realize
you can simply walk beside
like a beautiful pattern,
the sides slightly altering,
shifting at the pressure of the new prints.
this is an image,
a ceramics piece,
not a poem.
the beauty and acceptance of your
past + present juxtaposed
each one complimenting the other.
12 January 2016, journal entry (edited)