most mornings early before you were up or about we crept there with thoughts
to make little things of words, tiny secrets, never written out fully for that won’t do
one morning something crept sideways and we came out to look and what surrounded us
read the words and worried a week
then sadly we crept away….
was cool there,
we learned about protection,
there is an hierarchy, yet
some words remain faultless.
some need to be remembered
numbers came suddenly soon after one.
the event that left one bereft
then worked upon with thought and patience
may in time become something
on the surface
as we know there is much below
painting everything white.
geese flew over.
the day moved slowly, and i find
the memories are not as you may think.
i have new ones.
the fall is abrupt and possibly dramatic
related to weight & gravity
black ink line ruled sharply down
ending with an abrupt grand splatter
it has beautiful spots james
while i like any pattern that includes spots
and any embellishment that is bows you
i don’t know why
only as i say that
i think i may do
i guess that is a story for another morning
though notice we don’t
discuss that so much
i could and
tell you of the plans and preparation
the ordering and menus here
but i don’t do i?
they talk about the news
and i wonder if it is their anger
that keeps them going james
while i drink tea and look at birds
the coffee affair with pods and seasons is recordable
into a small book, a journal of morning feelings while
i use a spoon for instant gratification . the modern
is much improved on the old ways