Telling: Streams & Logs

Best Day Ever


It is Monday, begin-again day. I come into it all bruise and scab. The Moon dancing with Scorpio, going nowhere. Just for the fun of it then, this secret keeping. What do I need to stay adrift? What small thing will raft me?

This here now. This window. This light pushing through the green as it does. That small bird setting the holly to tremble.