sweet excess

there is peace

in the time between.

from one engagement

to the next there are seconds 

to reflect

on the trees

and the breeze

and the thoughts running

a race in your head.

there is time to breathe


and wait


and write.


it’s never a murder of time--

I dislike the phrase “to kill time”--

but rather an embrace of it’s excess.

like hugging 

the extra pint of 

ice cream

on your father.

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crowning

mistified the hollow wears a cloak of soft fabric a velvet veil of stardust settled hovering amidst earthly form hush a whisper carries brilliantly through the fog time is here we are now we have begu