Slowing down and taking a breath

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Progress continues, slowly.

I’ve been working on preparing the draft for the 25th Anniversary Edition of Broken Images. The original was lost to moving, growing, replacing computers, and just good old fashioned time, but text capture technology has been a blessing. It’s helped me recover collection one page at a time, I am just getting the words into a file for now, and I plan to edit once it is all there, but it has been strange remembering some of these poems. Some I barely remember writing. Some take me back to the very day. 

This week I’m off work. We decided to take a staycation. There are no big trips. I suspect there will be sleeping in, coffee on the porch, and some hikes around the lake. There may be a few short day-trips if the mood strikes, but mostly we will be right here at home.

The spotlight poem this week is a lighter one, a small moment of peace. It’s about taking the time to notice the little joys: the comfort of sleeping in, and the company of a cat who knows exactly how to find warmth and safety.

Spotlight Poem: “Cat Feet”

The soft bright morning
Is muddled
By dream interfering cat feet

My sheets stretch across me
As the kitty steps along my bed
I lay still
Waiting as he finds
A place that is warm and safe

He explores slowly and intently
Lying here for a second
Then moving on

Finally he finds current warmth
And temporary security
He stretches and coils himself
He closes his eyes
And I close mine
And we both sleep
Until the morning is finished


Thanks for reading. Until next time,


Donnie


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