We look ahead at sixty now
The gander, grace-filled
The graceful goose
Silvery fire, calm

So we wait and keep walking
Flying, when we’re able
But never again bewildered
If we would not be this
We could not be that

Original thought credit: Ms. Joni Mitchell; “Both Sides Now”


The moment it came
I wished it away
Closed my eyes 
Admonished my spine
For daring to want more than a lazy ceiling fan from above
Giving rise 
To the chills on my skin here below