Praise be given for the imprints of things-
For rain-craters in dry sand;
For profiles portrayed on pillows;
Grass patterns on skin, paths walked in the snow.
Praise be given for things that still show
When their makers no longer stand.
Baby hands hardened in clay;
Cuts closed, forming firm ridges
On smooth slopes of skin.
All things fleeting or final, passing or
Permanent. Exult the signatures of the
Seasons, their marks on the mural of nature.
Acclaim the marks on a mind;
Memories of first steps, baby teeth, Velcro shoes,
Unbridled imaginations, open minds,
Images accumulating to show the picture of a person.
Praise be given to peculiarity, to idiosyncrasy;
To all things—past, present, future—whose imprint
Inspires.
-Laura Powis
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