Young, lithe limbs waving
In unison amidst cheers;
Glastonbury awaits.
#872 On Glastonbury Crowds
#867 On Counting Down Their Short Lives
Drops of rain clinging
Outside glass walls, counting down
Their final seconds.
#864 On Playing Your Own Game of the Impossible
Are you ready to
Stop playing their game, and start
Your own Game of Life?
#859 On Falling Asleep to a Love Song
A plaintive love song
Wafts through the air, fills the room
As sleep drowns my sight.
#858 On This Perfect Bundle
A perfect bundle
Of fur and purrs and promise:
My little Kati.
#857 On Her Soft Purr
The room is silent
Except for the soft purr of
A somnolent cat.
#853 On The Fog of Time
The fog of Time masks
Our futures from our poor selves
We know not what waits.
#845 On Mother’s Pride
In her twinkling eyes,
Behold: the fruits of her Love,
Her sons, Mother’s pride.
#844 On Darkness
In fret, dejected
In sadness, disconsolate
Darkness defeats me.
#842 On Performative Games
We jump through these hoops
For what? Why do we play these
Performative games?