the summer of
barely there
.
here, there, and everywhere
stretched too thin
and running in circles
.
i may be here less
or, as often happens when i need a refuge,
i may be here more
.
i hope to be sitting
out there
as often as possible
.
listening
wondering
dreaming
.
there’s always
a pencil
in my pocket
.
.
.
.
June 10th, 2014 at 8:11 am
Sometimes it *is* possible to be in two places at once.
June 10th, 2014 at 8:13 am
Kelly, you’ve captured it all here: mood, season, dreams, thoughts and most of all, my life’s hope.
BTW, don’t forget your notebook. 😉 xo
June 10th, 2014 at 11:05 am
i hope you enjoy sitting out there a bit more…i am finding myself out there a bit more myself…smiles.
June 10th, 2014 at 2:39 pm
Gosh, my years of using pencils faded in the 50’s; it’s ball point pens for me. I remember looking back at some of my childhood essays & poems, written in pencil, so very faded now. Somewhere Along the Way, I just decided erasers were no more valid than ink line cross-outs & ink arrows connecting thoughts; no more fading out for me; all this conjured from your lovely poem, thanks.
June 10th, 2014 at 6:01 pm
enjoy your beautiful days xx
June 10th, 2014 at 8:19 pm
Oh I know how this is–life can be busy! best to you in your busy time–love, love your work
June 23rd, 2014 at 3:32 pm
good counsel, to keep that pencil handy ~