When all is quiet before the day becomes a series of lists and things to do.

Sitting. Wondering.
Prospecting hope by dawn’s light.
Gentle dog watches.

The heart and the brain wander wherever they want whenever I let my guard take a break.

Old friends, past lives grow
in love and lore with each day.
The sun flashes bright.

Slippery time war
generates elusive tears.
Release season drift.