A scarecrow

Just after swimming, weary

And you want to write. Or rather,

sit, plop on my chair, and let out a sigh

in the form of words. It struck me just now how

much writing feels like taking a photograph, like all the words and thoughts that are floating

in my head, hopefully come across. It’s one of those things

where you don’t have to do anything

not worry too much about where to put the spaces or line breaks

but just thoughtfully enough that it tunes in to whatever else you want to do.

I think back to my blog and quizzically

The image of a cat springs to mind.

Why not a blog about characters in Neon Genesis? A blog about cooking, or pastries? Why not a collection of sunsets along streets, books you find in odd places, or the names of weeds you have not the heart to hurt?

Anyways, that’s all that is going on in my mind, what about yours?