pen to paper while coffee brews, bitter elixir, i await its potency, drinking in the calm of a quiet house, all under the spell of slumber while i plot my day and smile until your arrival. 7.5.17

i merged with the sand while the sun browned my skin, freckles emerging to denote the day of wet toes and good friends, with time freed from duty; calendars forgotten, phones tucked away, just sand, sun and smiles… 7.4.17

mouth stuffed with cotton words, muted, meaningless blindfolded, you plod the path without destination, wandering into the muck of your own creation. 7.3.17

a year has passed since you set me free, fleeing in the night to mother india, the woman who held your heart in her clutches squeezing tight until you could no longer breathe so you fled, leaving the shards of your promises, splinters that dug in and twisted… now, i float buoyant in the water, …

centered, i sprout supple and strong like the stem gently bending to the weight of the wind then rising up tall to the song of the sun coaxing its growth with constant heat 7.1.17