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.