14 january

the space between all in and balance - the eggs in the basket or juggled / who is how to tell the recipe the solution the mix and match and coupons cashed in (sinking swimming and the chords are wrong) let me pick the dress to wear and i'll go home to catch the train - even as the route unravels i'll take my shoes off and feel the grass: let me wonder as i wander, knowing as the moon comes up - there the path and here i go, choices made and windows open - seasons sun and lakes afield -- winter wild in easy whimper listening in the tired pillow / waking from a year of burrowed waiting for a different day -- this is now and still the same day wakes the next up after each tomorrow comes: breaking desks and seeming simmer toward what end as threads are cut (can they true so fast be sliced?) -- is this day spent as a last one? how should notes be left in order - what stack of which to leave behind, what wishes stacked make days combined in stacked-up plays for nonsense accomplishments and checked-off lists to twist out such shouts of silence in opposition to chorus of glorious wonder -- the what-if bliss of hope