So Many Layers
7th July 2022

Waves in the ocean,
swirlings of the wind,
learnings wash over me in never ending squalls,

any given day, any given week.

So many layers of learning,
that I no longer clock them through,
I am the sum of all they impart,
a collection, of their residue.

I try to make sense of the threads,
weave them into a flow,
develop a sense of connectedness,
from them ...try to grow.

Prompt: So many layers.

Campanile, Italy.

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