It’s the QUIET part of the day. I sit, idle at last. Enjoying dessert, a thin sliver of pie, I trace patterns in the CREAM, a wobbly white canvas sitting atop the crust. I allow my mind to drift. Indeed, I am so tired of intentional, purposeful thinking, I have done enough of that today. Pushing aside the pie for the moment, I Take out my notebook and begin to doodle: a flower, a seashell, a WHALE, an illustration of a FABLE not yet written. Pleased and restored, I take a last bite of APPLE pie and head up to bed, ready at last for sleep.

Georg’ann

Almost threw in the TOWEL,
the day was not so CLEAR,
time and thoughts particularly LEAKY.
Felt a bit scattered, noting as I rushed out the door that my preference for SABLE colored clothes means no matter how AGILE I move, being constantly covered in orange cat fur threatens to ADDLE my sense of polish and poise.

(I didn’t get it – no APPLE in my eye)
Heather