where to start?
with the rain outside.
the smell of it
the way its coolness makes the late dusk seem bluer?
or with tiny doors opening
to show glimpses beyond patterns
so old they seemed like an undeniable part of life.
great rolling waves of resistance
against change sometimes
makes my days disappear.
lack of sleep sometimes
makes me disappear.
and then i pick up a broom
and start sweeping a small corner
so that i can do five morning exercises.
i cook lunch early so i have time
to walk the dogs after my yoga class.
i get a call from a friend.
phoenix starts a new tongue movement
it keeps her occupied for many minutes.
slowly a new me is carried closer
by a great blue stork
flying across a dusky sky
the blue so close
to the color of her wings
that i almost cannot see her.
