Feelings ERUPT up and out: there are times when it is necessary, a MEANS of clearing out the cobwebs and old debris. The things that have been held out of a reflex and CHAFE, like a stone in a shoe or ill-fitting clothes. The tears that fall serve to wash away those old modes of emotions. After, there is not a FLAKE or dust mote in sight, clean and clear, with plenty of space to explore new ways of being and interacting.

Georg’ann

A brief VISIT to BREAK
from this capacious solitude.
She sits across from me
I hear her voice
yet the words are lost
as I am lost

in the elegance of her ANKLE.
Lost in the tiny FLAKE of pastry
that clings to her moving lips.
Lost in the folds of fabric
draping across her various angles,

noting how the tiny birds
in the pattern disappear into crevices,
then fly into view again as she moves.
How like a bird I am today,
darting in and out.

Heather