Monday, September 26, 2022

Cosmos bloom fuchsia-pink,
eight-pointed star between
my fingertips. Directionless
as the fog lifts, no way but up
off this island. No hero, here —
he wrote, hopefully or woefully
we may never know — only
waves echoing prayer-like out
into the infinite, uninhibited
beyond.

love notes
a ritual to start the work week