Hopscotching Over The Earthquake Seams (Final Version) Comments

There is a hopscotch game played by children in the Italian Alps, in which their steps trace the body of a gigantic man. Their small steps partake of life that is cosmic in scope. I invite you to read my poem THOUGHTS ON THE MACRANTHROPE.

A poet is a realist, resigned to life's limits, but also a believer, grateful for moments of boundless and poignant awareness. Dreaming lifts your steps. Hopscotching 'where the ground gives way' is a fine image for keeping a childlike spirit, leaping through life's empty stretches.