what is history but constant recitations of flawed people pushed over edges

Errançities:

with nature is a summons to recognize improvisation as a surprising path

to divergence through the sound of scolopendra rooted somewhere here

in wonder when humans explode rhythms inside thickets of words/puns

celebrating the human spirit of imagination is what poets seek

listen for cries of birds lifting off for somewhere above the magical

pulse of sea waves swirling language immense with the winds sound

serenading us through leaves full of ripe fruit sweet as fresh water

knowing love might be deeper than greed & is itself a memory

a miracle always there might bring us closer to reconciliation inside

restless métisse commingling voices of errançities wandering within

magic the mystery of creation pulling us forward to wonder to know

human possibility is always a miraculous gift is always a conundrum

Quincy Troupe.