Waking up to poetry, and the possibilities for today. Shabbat beginning at sundown, which is longer and longer off as the spring passes. I hope the daily trivia does not suck me into it, so that I end up wondering where all the time passed, and regretting.
At the end of such a day, I keep wondering, “What could I have done instead?” I love reading my books. After a day spent reading my books, I feel good, and can’t figure out why more people don’t spend their time this way. Same feeling after five minutes of getting the poem in my head down on paper properly.
I guess my days revolve around words, most of the good ones, anyway. Probably a great deal of the reason that I love my blog. It’s a creation in words that I have made that stretches out over time. I can reel it in and look at the time and the times whenever I want to.
white pebble 