A Writer's Cramp redondilla tribute to this entire website, from concept to creation.
|I found you as passage, escape,
as cool and soothing mother hands…
as sun-sweeping infinite sands
sculpting my muse into soft shapes.
I know you as keeper of kin,
as an array of sound and sight…
as summer’s moon-tide, shedding light
over a lost poet within.
I love you as spirit, or saint,
as home, shelter ever present…
our imagination’s ascent
into swingsets and fingerpaint.