time stumbles over this stirring-pot and trips up on our transformation from two to one from you and I to us ripples eddy forth as we forge our lives together all at once brand new yet here since bygone times as old as this landscape sprinkled with sheep but fresh and lively as the firstContinue reading “serendipity”


time warps and bends    like a runaway train       it careers down the track          whipping words from my lips             and the breath from my lungs there is no time left for planning and shopping and Christmas is piling on top of my head  and yet   like    a sloth      it is    pon-der-ous-ly  i n c h iContinue reading “time”