at 2:47am
silence
gifts
reprieve
though
stillness
has its own
small
sounds
that surround
the space
create
the quiet
the orchestrated layers
of steady
cricket wings
in grass
a distant rooster
yearning
in the trees
the muffled
foam
of surf
a mile
away
the Bohemian
breathing
sleep
near
my ear
here
the slightest
soundless
breeze
lifts
the curtain
one lone car
passes
on the road
these
subtle sounds
all shaping
quiet
Continuing with the thread of exotic edibles, I can follow-up yesterday’s purple cauliflower post with the atemoya gifted to the Bohemian and I on New Year’s Eve.
2013 brings a fruity fractal.
Reminder of phenomena unfurling, where chaotic, perfected patterns outline time and space.
planetary paths
laced with orbiting moons
celestial spirals
uncoil
shaking tails
of star dust
in their wake
Indeed, you could imbibe this fruit. Take a ride into micro/macro orbit. Contemplate the nature of the Universe.
Or just slice it up. Taste the sweet. Smile and enjoy.
It’s all bubbling up
fizzing air
lifting
tickling
effervescent levitation
the Bohemian’s parents arrive from Czech in nine days
we wed in twenty-four
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