neither I sit;
restless I tremble.
in the shade-cast room
behind glass veiled curtain
I, road of forgotten
where we are
I opened the door open today. One thing at a time.
Brush teeth. Shower. Beauty in simple tasks not so easy.
Dishes. Food. Water. Bird song and a bee.
This is where we are. When your world is turned upside down, what do you do with it?
paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower