I water the garden with the old green hose
earthworms only breathe in dampness

the tank is nearly empty

I rake dry veined leaves and find
such treasured things
snails's shell cracked teapot
fan of magpie feathers tied with string

spoon from your house my love
dropped one day
I stole it in my pocket

blue glass blurred to softness from the beach
small piece of coral

else where a dingo howls
howls on the south wind
and on my weary face

the last raindrop dries

I did something brave today.
I’ve done brave things before
but it’s been so long,
I’ve forgotten what it feels like.

But today,
I did it.

Going into it,
I was nervous…
Scared even.
But I gritted my teeth
and tightened my fists
and I went for it.

I did it even though I had knots in my stomach.
I did it even though my hands were shaking.

I turned my fear of the unknown
into excitement for a new opportunity.

And as soon as I did it,
I felt better.
Better than I have in years.

A lovely you are
Show me your
exquisite beauty
In the splendor view
of a growing field that
it stands out from the crowd
with the exude of innate beauty
from the blooming flourish
nurturing care
and rapturous personality
That never ceases to showcase
With its passionate display
That it brings to show the comfort
From the uplifting one spirit soul
To claim you as my special one
For all the years that my admiration
grow for you
For that, I shall never forget

"Welcome to the collective hive,"
the M.C. from the center ring cries,
"where being numb means being alive!"

Acrobats, jugglers, and clowns arrive
with no festive feel—as everyone sighs,
“welcome to the collective hive.”

The crowd below climbs the high dive
grateful to lunge to their own demise
where being numb means being alive.

Individuals could not survive
from consuming the ringmaster’s lies.
Welcome to the collective hive