Blessings

And this morning sunlight illuminates white cloud like a blank screen. Water rushes down all the lane-side ditches with a feeling of emergency. Daffodils and tulips return to something like upright, and begin to dry. Some of them have been nibbled by slugs or snails, lace-edged petals.

I have this morning received gifts from Amazon. Well, obviously I paid for them but they are still gifts. The latest Bonnie Prince Billy CD, Wolfroy Goes to Town, playing now for the first time, gentle and familiar like a conversation already going on in my mind. And a book recommended by Jean months ago called St. Nadie in Winter by Terrance Keenan. I shall take them both on my travels - going to visit my mother tomorrow.

Today meeting the poets for the first time in a few moons. Nervously taking along a version of my Only Nothing poem to workshop. Awaiting the inevitable question have you been doing any writing? Rehearsing my yes.