mozart's morn

its friday again. i've been working and sleeping and joking all week. i have aon a shirt that says "hope" and somehow the way this cloud rests on austin is a peaceful reminder to stop and be still, to enjoy.

this poem is perhaps a good return to blogging and mimics some restless feelings that have been churning for quite some time. i wish i had a camera to capture my soul, but these words must suffice... a poem with the same name as this post:

There is no horizon
Simply a gray,
A mirrored reflection

Four together and three in line
The ducks aimlessly
Wandering, paddling
To no where
Lost in the gray

But they know no better
Have to be – no where

A bead of pearls
The dew rests
On spider’s web
Strung out and broken
A beautiful mess

Catching & shining

The sourceless light
That creates this
Gray