And become the music inside of me — I did very little today,
by ordinary means
yet, I spent time with my soul,
and I wrote and felt inside
the circles of here and there
and the sorcery in my dreams. I became a wavelength
with my imagination;
it can’t be measured or seen. It’s felt inside a deeper field
like the sea,
a meadow,
inside a cave. It’s unknown. A room with a table,
my cat,
two mugs. Crumbs of thoughts
sprinkled by magic
to write a sun
and hush a world
raining down