five of earth, nadir,
dark and solitary,
stuck in the pit,
can you feel
what I feel?
Get your flashlight,
send a beam,
gather your
wits, and
let the
world
sing.
Figuring out the art of revision,
so many stories, so much
revision yet to be
started.
I am loved,
I couldn’t feel my own,
she held me, let me cry,
put her hand on my heart,
balance, heart and art.
Low tide
venus all around
we saw her in the reflection
on the sand after the mallards left.
be still and listen