I am
on the outside

I brush
up against my insides
rushing forward

I trace myself
back into life —

folded up
against the world
charting a course

I am pressed
like a
grain of sand

it’s crystal clear
I’m cut off from my own sight

I am
mix nor colors

I find
not a hue
of myself

only the
spirit of

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I am a retired teacher and live in the beautiful Ozarks on Lake Ann in Bella Vista, Arkansas. I think of myself as a beginning author, writer, and poet exploring the worlds of poetry, nature, and photography. I love to capture ordinary moments and reflect upon our natural world and its intersections with our daily life.

Joanie Roberts
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