Inklilngs 2024

even though it will be gone sooner than it came. Or it’s in the strangers that cross the street blissfully, & their neighbors who exchange quick smiles while passing by but go on an unannounced vacation the next day. Sometimes it’s picking at blades of grass and wondering why the earth chose you of all people, And you know, you know, no blessing comes without burden. Often, it’s an hourglass that you can’t keep flipping over forever, soon you’ll grow tired watching the grains of sand fall quietly & no word seems like the right choice so you pick silence. A frequent but uninvited visitor, a wave crashing violently then retreating with intentions 59