How good it feels at 5:30 AM — before the dog walkers — Before the storm hits — before everything is rigid — aging and health become an issue — the ongoing thoughts of this or this —before the dishwasher breaks — before I start planning recipes
As if the promise of light is enough — always on the cusp of rising — we are suspended in a liminal “amgniocis” — Unborn floating in the freedom of no-form — form