a fragile soul in search of a friend

i didn’t know i arrived until i got there
but when i get there i gotta go
destination more a comma than a period
more the end of a chapter than the end of a book
i journey
yet i long for the “settle down”
a home on concrete but a mallet and wood is all i carry
my weapons of choice
on this pilgrimage a way built by the gods
i am a turtle, slow and deliberate, suspiciously seeking side by side quick to
hide with home on
my back
only heavy when i seek an abode beyond myself
would you like to come in from out the rain?
there’s plenty of space in here. i am a fragile soul in search of a friend

Carlos Carrio

i always…
Snapshots of the Tree of Life