7 May 2023
An aching body at 4:00, trying to recover from penetrating days of work: cold, damp, indecisive.
So much needs to still be done.
A random bouquet from Monday, gesturing a gift from warm wishes: allergies, uncontrollable, debilitating.
So little it takes to give a smile.
A seven-day passing, blooms fresh and alive, most feeling their distinction: absorbed, basking, exaltation.
So rarely are reasons refined.
You whisper through a small glass of Dolcetto from your hills, Le Langhe, as I drift in this silence.
So prescient confide cues undetected, unseen…time and again.