this year has been intense already,
so I took the month of March off
just writing and gardening,
digging for music and worms.
I recently remembered
how much I love the smell
of mornings, especially
rainy ones like today.
sipping coffee in silence,
has its perks (get it?)
and even though it ain't Keto,
I am eating cookies and cold pizza for breakfast.
life is decent
in the dining room,
and the flood waters
are receding.
I howled away the grey
and now I sit like a hipster Plato,
thinking about time and patience, love and death,
and each honey rock dawn.