The condition of unrestrained motion

wild garden


Is there no place for the heart and eye to rest?


fatigued by the unkinder textures of  human engagement

I squeeeeze

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!