It’s been what it has been

I’ve been watching the sky, again.

Picking slugs off greens

Trying and failing to not judge

People’s opinions, actions, dogs or lack there of.

This morning I picked a line of carefully chewed bark off the steps…

Gifts from the toddler


Caught in the rain

But the wind reminded me of home

And my grandmother and the storm bloc that covered our house like blood

That I believed in like some kids believe in fairytales into their adulthood.

Placebo they say

Or is it a memory

Of another time

When storms passed over a land

And you sat there as me amazed

That you and I too were still

Looking at the sky

With thanks