Is there no place for the heart and eye to rest?
fatigued by the unkinder textures of human engagement
into the spaces in between us
while the world of substance shifts
& tilts …
a kaleidoscopic mish mash
as it rights itself
Us along with it
with our names and rulers akimbo
all free falling
in the fields of wild light
A little spontaneous unedited hello!!!
I miss these Sunday mornings together when I don’t get here. Prose has me boggled and busy once again, so this is my space in between….the place my heart rests! And my eye feasts! The photo is from a walk in a local unweeded garden…perfecto!