I never feel comfort
Steeped in commodity
Tangible artifacts and wasted ideas
Counting joy uncovered exits
Changed the argument
The beginnings of the difference
Dusty road
Gets me where I need to be
-A found poem pulled from final UNCCWP SI reading
Had this song in my head as I was writing
In For Good 
totally wicked cool!!
Thanks, MsStewart. A little light like this helps us get along down the dusty trail–
Thanks for this Meredith!