First Draft 004
i love the calm that comes when nothing is to be done no books to read no calls to heed except maybe the frog in the wash the gliding geese and the great blue heron skimming atop and sitting with the san juan and its salt encrusted banks
from here i skip stones a flower at my side warm and gentle
we both love the calm that comes when the noise does not smear the painters precious effort when expectation does not grow encased and pushed down by the roots that reach the water first
