Nathan Lyke

What if these walls, 
Were never meant to fit
The places where imagination swells?

Searching outside the boundaries, 
I found ones whose wilder rhythms hold truths expansive.  
Within their canopy was space for peace.  

May I look back to find, 
That while I may have felt adrift, 
My journey was an invitation,  
To a shared table, planted on nourishing ground. 

That beneath the soil our stories entangle, 
Holding each other loosely. 
A unique and broadening community, seemingly random as dice, 
Yet exploring curiously and calm.