Perhaps here is the closest we ever get to sharing the distance created, no fault of our own, when morning becomes afternoon
in a whispering triumph over human isolation.
Maybe now isn’t such the unexpected burden we expected
it to be, swimming upstream amidst a myriad of miscellaneous experiential odds and ends, knee-deep in the unsaid.
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Liz--
ReplyDeleteI love the morning glory photo, and the line "knee-deep in the unsaid" and lately, is it midlife? I love afternoon because it signals the turn towards pajama time.