Places to get lost...

marbled composition books
flipping through pages
finding notes and folded precious
and semi-precious items within

the perfect pen glides along the blank page

chopping vegetables, especially greens
seems to be the thing to do

sloppy loose cursive and sharp knives
seem to be the order of the day

dog-eared library books and an unmade bed
time unfolding, trying to figure out the connections

how to represent the tingle
of a strangers hand
while passing in the park

the sound, the hum, the vibration
sweeping motions caused by the wind

so many places to get lost
so many places to be absorbed