May breath continue. May not-yet-imagined descendants of a coming dawn know birdsong and the creak of timeworn joints tempered by long life.
still
sparrow looks back
sparrow looks back
May breath continue. May not-yet-imagined descendants of a coming dawn know birdsong and the creak of timeworn joints tempered by long life.
Hopeful thoughts while standing at the edge of a chasm gazing at the end of the world. Sorry, bad mood today.
Thinking about my grandma a lot lately. She knew well how to see and listen to the unseen, and when it seemed especially dark had a way of reminding, “there’s another hand in this, and she’s got a longer sense of time.” I don’t have her grace, but her memory inspires me. Love to you and your family (and all of us) now, Jeff.