I opened the curtains yesterday – looked outside myself. Sun swallowing the dark, I saw squirrels on wires, moments in a man’s life as he walked away. I ate blueberries by the window and cried, luscious blueberries, all matte-black-purple and sweet. Clouds (not unlike ghosts) curled in the otherwise blue sky.

I turned to face the room, narrow daylight spread across my feet. Stepping away from the light, I felt a tear plummet to my lips… maybe it’s the last one, I thought, maybe I’ve used them all up.

I saw the makings of yesterday – Japanese characters of twigs and twine. Compassion. Existence. Sacred Fire. It was sweet distraction… searching in the yard for brittle stalks fallen by wind, sifting through shadows, simply living.


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