Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Up from the nap Planning, calling. Outside swinging. The pecan tree drops a limb on the car. I swallow a gnat. A black cat screams, “Meow” as it slinks past. A breeze picks up. I circumnavigate this 10 acre world. The ground here is dirty. My bare feet are black. I swallow a gnat. Inside and up the stairs for a shower Black water swirls in the bottom of the tub as it heads to the drain My feet are clean Comfortable shorts and t-shirt. Yahtze and Rummy – the Freeman social exchange Glasses of sweet tea our social lubricant Sarcastic observation and laughter our social language Memories of moments A breeze picks up and a storm blows in. In a deep place, healing begins
