Wednesday, January 29, 2025

January 29: Old Bones

Spring-like sun suddenly makes an appearance this morning,

shining through the dirty dusty window, a bright beam illuminating

this dog beside me, who will follow the light for hours, warming

old bones, radiating creaturely comfort and peace so beautifully,

while I chase my tail all day long, longing for what is here already.

February 9: Too Much Nose Blowing

Too much nose blowing in this lovely hotel room where I wish I'd slept.