winter shadows on the table in the hall
I hear the quiet
in the dark
and smell the warm sunlight
dancing across the wall
I see the crack in the jar
where the cover doesn’t quite fit
I feel the chip in the wall
in the shape of a ragged heart
I taste the offering of sweetness
waiting on the table
I think
this is me
my self portrait
within
Staying on the surface all the time is like going to the circus and staring at the outside of the tent.
~ Dave Barry
metaphor
I once suggested she have a good cry
she said “I’m afraid if I start
I’ll never be able to stop”
light leaks
“The most valuable thing we can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of room, not try to be or do anything whatever.”
~ May Sarton
