I have found a box with an extra box.
In which, from this chrysalis, I’ll detox.
I’ll shed my years here; where I walked with death.
These rallying years; where I’ve caught my breath.
Just a few hundred more square feet for growth.
Room for a guest; if I should choose to host.
Space to practice, to work, create & breath.
Specific stations for ideas to seethe.
Nothing lux, lavish, brand new or unused.
Just want & need…which so rarely are fused.

