confusion

A river runs through it

A river runs through it

I awoke to the confusion of a new day. The scraps of dreams, memories of yesterday, and new cravings creeping into awareness, The sun spilling its light over all but…Read more
I Am Changing

I Am Changing

Bless the confusion. Let it be. Commend it to Earth like autumn leaves, scattering, half-rotten, seeding the future, becoming fertile food for sleeping rose roots. Be a leaf. Lie low.…Read more