It was a hard night, waking repeatedly and finally giving up in the wee hours of the morning. Chamomile tea, a novel that transported me far away, and finally some rest. Waking to thin, watery light, it was hard to be hopeful that this would be a blue sky day, without a CLOUD to challenge the light. And I was right. As I raised the shades, the rain and gray made my reflection even PALER than I felt, a ghostly representation looking back at me. I felt challenged to start the day in a way that HEALS rather than wallows. Good coffee, a warm bit of toasted baguette, a sharp slice of cheese, an apple that is crisp and not MEALY: this is the start to my day that will sharpen the blurry, watery edges, ground me in gratitude for simple tastes and joys.

Georg’ann

Far from its origin, picked before their prime,
FRUIT of all kinds travel.
Eventually arrive in some PLACE
unknown to their nature.
Shipped in a LEAKY crate
Caveat emptor,
most too MEALY
to justify the endeavor.

Heather