i am packing my things
ridding the shadows of their webs
and the dust of their mightyness
i am clearing out a new day
today is all about movement. and space and time. and breath control. i have a workspace for my daily business of poetcd and penmanship. i am anxious to see how i look working at a desk again. rather than writing poems on the toilet, in kitchen, in my room flooded with books and cd's and tv staring at me stare at it.
i think this is needed. even in the heightened moment of winter. i think making myself fall into a tighter regiment of scheduling can only help my productivity.
who knows. i could be messing with "god's work".
or maybe, im just fine tuning the god in me