Pineapple echoes inside

Catching the wind
Settling patterns under foot
Migrating weather bearded beasts
Boasting biggest pineapple thighs
Steeping long
Curving along tooled paths

Thoughts in metal

Home on the head

A home is put together with lots of little insignificant pieces that will not last.  It will not last. Unless it is made out of something stronger than bronze.
So art fills the impermanent home of those searching for that which is unable.
The mortal thought becomes  the immortal home when translated into something that connects all the discarded trash into something new.
While the physical creation is temporary,  the message is immortal. 

Exploring

Take my hand and trust the paths that lead us here. 
Hearing your panting,  It doesn't matter what I'm looking at,  holding your hand makes it the most interesting. 
We find and make our adventures in every area we walk together. 
As we quietly struggle to the destination I look past the dirt and sweat and see beautiful determination. 
One more corner,  one more bend in the path,  one more ridge,  up further and deeper in.