21 may

so then i wrote it all down but still more to say while there's hay to be made and the shade's pressing in -- i have whims and also worries but the hurry is to nowhere, is too late to navigate the time unwinding underfoot -- put your hand in mine and find a fit or fuss with fate deep into the dark as the curtains are pulled -- still fooled by hope i rope myself into these conversations with the stars -- too far away to hear me but i whisper all the same: tame the wandering and tune in to wonder