This week I have tried to give myself the gift of time without doing, time to strengthen those things and thoughts not yet ready to leave me.
It's a challenge to think without a stated purpose. Daydreaming streams. Letting go of the inner prose and watching new words slip through the brain's net. This a nexus I need.
If I want a sense of forward, I can return to learning languages. I literally need them to store more, as I seek or retrieve new words
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The morning fog has helped me understand land.
I fret over garden growth, giving plants places to thrive. I've got to get more clay pots, breathable skin for new beginnings.
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Some days I move from desk to terrace like a sonambulist, other days I stay with words like a hungry hunting bird.
The next step is to let my life leak into more of my fiction.
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Rosemary leaves spotted yellow
tell all in plangency
as in too a harp of dark woad
disappearing
into the sea
near you
is a niche and cranny fortune
your love of
salt air may save save you
as the trees burn.