Walking along, singing a song, side-by-side...

Pennies from heaven certainly sting.; I'd rather get dollars raining on me, post 2006. Ready for my first snooze, without city noises and sirens. Good night.

Time to go...

Away. Where does time go? Enlarging a child; pushing out at the seams? Into memory; swelling gray matter, filling compartments? Drying tendons to dust and fashioning skin into whispery tissue?

Here. What is satisfaction? A barking laugh; way too loud for some but a joyous trumpet call to me. Crockery and crystal; being seated at the table with nourishing love. Being wanting yet wanted.

Now. How to live? My wandering soul, searching through the night, always returns before dawn.

Peace be still.