somniloquy

we speak so much excessbefore we learn to hear we are born screamingbut the fortunate die quietly taking longer each day to say much at alllistening to the chorus, not soloists an unexpected peace settling inunspoken, unstriving waking each morningto splendid birdsong

stand in flow

round and round all tends to go pendulum and tides high – low drought followed by hurricane poor stand-ins for sun and rain stumble, learn to moderate feast – famine too soon, too late reject perfection (and its flaws) elect connection and more pause sitting still and letting all flow being boulder no need to […]