With you there is
Comfort,
The space and time
To be,
Just as we are.
Words and laughter,
Years and moments.
Moving through
Space and time
As myself,
An unedited,
Freethinking whirling
Dervish
Connected to
You.
I mostly run on gravel roads, the kind that promise solitude and dust. My pace has slowed, as has most of life, become more of a quiet watching than a frenzied doing. I am less Read more…
Five can be An awkward number, Sharp edges and curves All at once. There is nothing even And measured With five, One side always outnumbers the other, One partnerless outlier. But five is prime, Divisible Read more…