Day 13: Rivet

Hold your attention, keep this together, thin sheets of your heart fastened along the same old lines, the squeeze and clatter memories Or you go young, releasing Sort the moments, choose which will shape your vessel space and place tiny metal touchstones, remember the hill Ponies, wind, something distant lifetimes before and to come maybe…

Day 2: Daffodil

Daffodil bend and see the surface rippling yellow frilled and delicate Is this the nature of water? Image by Siegfried Poepperl at pixabay.com

30/30/22 Day 1: Fools

That little bird, the other day singing in the morning, tipped his hand – how little he cared to hide from our great galumphing presence; though we did construe his slight and ruffled lozenge of a body, eye-height at the trailside as an offer, along with his voice – What else in this very moment…