Day 57:
I photograph books.
If I make them appealing,
maybe more will read.
Day 58:
Wake up. Breathe. Feel my
yoga mat beneath my feet.
Palms together. Peace.
Day 59:
Grief comes suddenly
a wave crashing on me then
ebbing carelessly.
Day 57:
I photograph books.
If I make them appealing,
maybe more will read.
Day 58:
Wake up. Breathe. Feel my
yoga mat beneath my feet.
Palms together. Peace.
Day 59:
Grief comes suddenly
a wave crashing on me then
ebbing carelessly.