What kind of med­dling will I jus­tify today?
When will I end the reluc­tant (and gor­geous) silence this day started with?
Who will I fail to hear? See? Know?
What story will I cog­i­tate to keep it about me?
How long will I hold my breath?
What fear will I swal­low with my lunch?
What will I for­get in order to sleep tonight?

I live mostly fairly on the space I have.
I cre­ate some­thing every day.
I am pas­sion­ate, curi­ous and able.
I con­nect in spite of the odds.

The bal­ance still falls in favor of mak­ing the morning tea.

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3 Responses to Enough

  1. anita says:

    i like this one a lot–the image and the words. i identify with gorgeous and reluctant silences in the morning. i think it is what i live for. and disrupt, so easily.

  2. Tim says:

    Love this.

    It’s amazing to me how you can see the little intricacies of the foreground against the vastness that surrounds it. Makes me wonder how often I’ve walked by these little moments completely ignorant to what was right under my nose.

    Thanks for freezing these moments! Good stuff.

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