three hundred-one.

and so, life came.

there's so much to be grasped
in the ducts of eyes that have seen
history's seams sewn into a quilt
made to blanket generations after with
stories of mistakes and successes -

to revel in the fact that life came so
abundantly
to you and
to me
is like fluttering against the glass of
broken windows and not being punctured.

we are walking stories,
we are creating our history
with every single breath we breathe and
every direction we travel honors the
choice we make because
when we create our stories,
it can partake in the glorious process
of being sewn into a quilt with
historical seams created from
our own
history.