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,
quiet spaces.

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

left and

then worked upon with thought and patience

may in time become something

something

useful

satisfactory arrangement
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

like a

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
know

yet
i don’t know why
only as i say that
i think i may do

i guess that is a story for another morning
james

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

current affairs

and i wonder if it is their anger

that keeps them going james

while i drink tea and look at birds

daily

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