time passes quickly when i must change my mind again and grow swiftly into something else.today i bit a thread of summer from the air, no chill. i don't know when it happened - the warm - all of a sudden it just was, as i just am, idyllic again.
what dream has passed, dissolved into the new? i can barely remember, the long sun makes all but the day vague.
the day is good, the sun is bright.
and in darkness - this phase of the moon holds just me in it; the orbits have shifted again. satellites, distant and intimate, adjust without commotion in orderly silence.
in the dark, i have much space around me and i sleep long sleeps in the simpleness of it.
wasn't there just a mist here with me? i wake up thirsty often.
the night is good, the sky is dark.
i am a quiet pagan, attuned to changes only;
now i am warm and i am all
bending in tiny grace to the small and giant eyes,
dissolving, unswayable.
