day 36

back in the sturdy embrace of home we unwrap and unfold into the familiar, apologizing for our absence and grateful for our welcome return. 2.5.17

day 35

following, the traffic flow we drive with the rhythm of the road passed and passing we jockey our place tires whir music pulses as i navigate the hypnotic highway taking care to resist its pull 2.4.17

day 34

we journeyed south to the mecca of the mouse but did not stop by we laze in the room like zoned interlopers crashing the party 2.3.17

day 33

we wait for signs of winter’s passing; even in Florida we feel the chill. we wait for the longer light, the brighter sun, the sense of hope that comes in spring. 2.2.17 [Image Source]

day 32

i sit with the slumber of others the hum of the fan warming our home the solitude is like an interloper the quiet, like a temporary reprieve soon there will be clamor and brilliant light as my daughter resists the day; then the slow rumble as my son is unearthed from the bed covers only …