Hazy Acres: The Creative Practice of Ryan Boos

While it sits like a rock

In our orbit 

Not said 

We try to deliver 

Peace for ourselves 

In this moment 

Of trying 

There isn’t much else 

Choosing for us

As we must choose 

Next or simply

Where to step 

Carrying less

Hopefully 

These bodies packed

Memories

Hiding out in the depths 

Under the wings 

Through the canal 

Beneath the circulation 

We continue