Moving ABOUT in the QUIET, trying not to wake anyone, I open drawers and cabinets. I woke up with much to ponder, and realized that I am restless, hungry, awake. Uncertain if my hunger is physical or emotional, I settle on some FRUIT. Going through the motions, I rinse berries in the UNLIT kitchen. Poking around in the fridge, seeing if anything else sounds good, I can feel myself already relaxing, my mind letting go of fretful tensions.

Georg’ann

When buying a FRESH bouquet at the market
I often think of myself as Mrs. Dalloway
being sent out by Virginia Woolf
to get flowers for the party
Walking in the back door
Packages in hand, a QUICK glance
toward the bodacious apricot LUPIN
Not long UNTIL she’ll fade
my garden is not well tended
the perennials are as ephemeral
as if the’d already been cut
death in process, even as they give me such delight
With ease the match brings light to the UNLIT taper

Heather