clarity

our lives strewn with every perception we have ever had/each item seemingly detritus/rejected with abandon and uncare/but in reality/each item placed/exactly in the space that it takes up/ready to settle into our landscape/ready to be tossed about by winter storms/or ready to be examined, picked up, moved with care. we choose/what stays or goes/but always…

This time and I

  eyes blurry tea kettle on the light of the morning only just beginning. this time of quiet of concentration this time that has always been mine. this morning my gratitude is for this – it’s been months, hell a year, since this time and I were friends. today we pull on long cozy socks,…