Wednesday, September 25, 2019

There is light in everything

& at the same time, dark.  Not 50-50, perhaps.  Why am I thinking of salt dissolving in soup?  Why am I remembered words removed from a poem?  Yup, light & dark.

1 comment:

  1. I could sit awhile before it sails, count the boats and bodies moving through the depths and soaring in my silly heart a feeling I should be going too. Who wanders the world anymore anyway?