Breaking Ground

It is never easy

to break new ground,

to crack into

the previously unfound.

The unfound is not

the radically new,

the utterly strange,

the boldly untrue.

Shocking is one thing;           

breaking is different.

Burning wood

is different from carving it.

The new maybe familiar,

too much so.

Something you won’t question,

convinced you know.

What you never notice,

but rely on:

the stone of the stair

you daily walk on.

The house you live in,

the words that you use,

so ready at hand

you don’t even choose.

You take them without thought,

use without care.

The depth is lost;

the essence is not there.

Falling out of routine,

to think things through;

break the stones,

and uncover something new.

Stopping to notice,

just stopping to think,

can change the world

in a lingering blink.

Simply stopping

to think what is around,

opens up

the previously unfound.