Priorities are like snowfalls gathered,
invisibles, layer upon layer
on the mountain of intendedness,
some, face to face for now,
in this impending moment by contact.
These priorities melt as how they were layered.
Sure, some came by flurries,
some as fallout from huge pragmatic storms,
some by wintery parental weather cell droppings.
We, as of now, are particulars to circumstance.
Priorities as the prominence
for greeting the presence of our now?
The beauty of our now-innocence looks out.
Priorities historical, deep and crusted,
define the limits of our now possibilities.
This now by honoring,
makes tracks in the snow-measure of our means
to express the joy of this moment for us,
to honor by stepping through with these priorities
as the lively but stayed confetti
that interacts with us
as these moments of our joyous passage,
into the wondrous expression of our futures . . .
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