sometimes the morning breaks like a wave,
sometimes, and sometimes
the night recedes like the neap tide,
quietly, with you in tow,
leaving me stuck in the hollow,
between today and this dream.
(The blog needs a little r&r. your homework is to continue to come back even though things are not changing. You will find that they actually are changing. As you bring all your email contacts to the blog, a party will break out and I will come back and start asking uncomfortable questions about the broken glass and the bubbles in the hot tub.)
