I’m out early this morning to have blood drawn. With an appointment time, all goes easily and well. I welcome the rising of the sun and the play of clouds.
The garbage truck is out with a wreath on its hood shining bright, colored lights.
The day floats easily and I find myself floating in the holidays, the holy days.
This comes:
Fingers widen sky
Tides embrace inner rhythm
Pillared, lengthened time.
