The tall frame, the long-necked stance,
The curve of shoulders, arms, and back
The birthmark resting on the skin,
The singular mole, the constellation of beauty marks.
The feet that move through space with natural rhythm
The aquamarine eyes ever observing.
The lens that catches light in unexpected corners,
The quiet impulse toward ink, line, paper, and card.
The cadence of spoken accents, borrowed and mastered
The experimental kitchen, the unwritten recipe
The crafted tradition, built new where old ones end
The habit of storytelling, turning silence into arc
The refusal of standard paths,
keeping clear of foreign alterings.
The affinity for creatures that step on soft paws
The affection given freely, without reservation
The sudden, bright sneeze breaking through a room
The susceptibility to sudden laughter and love of tickle scratches
The silliness kept intact, the child’s sense of wonder
The willingness to stand back in quiet solitude
The capacity to laugh at oneself when the story turns.
The stubborn tenacity that pulls through hard terrain
The deep-seated resilience, silent and enduring
The unseen pull toward the universal spirit
The steady allegiance, the unyielding fidelity
The constant urge to learn, to inquire, to locate
The way enchantment finds its place in ordinary air
The quiet gift of finding one’s own way.
October 2026 Poetry Project
Day 26 of 31
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