I am not resolute.
I hope for the best.
I linger in the quietness until worry spurs my tightened chest.
I sit among my papers waiting for motivation to rush to me as if I were sorely missed and then, then I could attend to the sorting and the tidying that I glibly declare I shall complete.
What a treat – to start the new year clean.
David cannot wait for 2008.
It's just another year for me -- growth and more maturity.
Perhaps this year I will keep the gray.
I need not reflect.
I hope for the best.
I cherish my daughters and their lovliness.
Not at all tired, I spy a satellite, or a star it seems, in the brief visible patch of sky between
the window and the window pane, and upon that I meditate until I fall asleep.
These days, they are active, my dreams.
Today is not the head.
‘Tis merely, the turn of the calendar page and the date of my age.
I have no intentions to change.
I do not project.
I hope for the best.
I hope for the best.
1 comment:
Oh how lovely. You are so gifted and your vision is so clear. I love the rhythm, the cadence and the details.
You are so beautiful and your work is so amazing.
I am in awe of you, Mrs. J!
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