Birth Herringbone laid brick, a patio, not a path, bordered, not boundless.
© SB Joy, 2022
I have always imaged the sky does have a limit, a dome inside of the infinite, a constant moving fence line or a privet hedge that keeps expanding out. What is it expanding into? Is it boundless or borderless? Maybe it’s a magical both and. Such a little poem, such big concepts. 😉SB Joy