The only thing warm tonight in the deep winter sky ~ and soon to occlude. The Wolf Moon, Ice Moon, Old Moon.

Remember that one day you, too, will die. Will cease being here, in body, in breath. Will join all those

The limpa from Scandinavia. The ciabatta, and the michetta from Italia, also known as Rosetta. The mantou from China.

Your rare, cured leaves of being. Beautifully steeping in these years of living. Bringing to your senses rich

It was a wet signature. Full of emotion. Full of eroticism. Still wet, with sweat

What we belong to. What we can point to out there; around us. And what a singular gift. Our innate sentience.

The courtly old lady, widowed for decades, and her calico cat, who take each afternoon sun

A man rides his bicycle on the sea. Salt rubs the tires. Sun reflects on the soles of his shoes.

Red lights flaring like Roman candles at empty intersections. Headlights wanding like blind men’s sticks

If he could see you now. Really see you. Take you entirely in. As you are now, in these days, places

After you uncork him and he appears in a serpentine of white smoke. Before he grants you

To ask your Self. In the still of the night, whether bright-starred or half-mooned. In the midst of the day,