Curiosity, it seems,
flows both ways –
as I adjust focus
so too, do you –
can’t help but wonder
if the takeaway joy
also flows both ways.

(In response to Paul Vincent Cannon’s poem:  Her Gift Remains.
V.J.’s weekly challenge is response.  Image is from personal collection.)



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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

15 thoughts on “Interaction”

  1. I’ve often wondered myself. I think it does go both ways. When I stop to chat to the Red Winged Blackbirds when I walk my dog, they never fly off. It’s as if they are trying to figure out what this crazy lady is saying. I’m sure they don’t find me a melodic as I find them!

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