i am slowing down.
i am seeing things differently.
i am combining elements in sudden ways.
newness floats up from the ordinary.
the lightest whisper has gained weight, importance.
there is so much to do, unhurried.
i wonder about letting go of being some one,
making my mark on the world.
there is a nest, a broken egg.
there is glass.
round, incompatible textures
begging for fusion,
offering new vision,
defining a world where balance lives,
slow and bursting at the seams.