All my reasons are ready

massed, cohesive, and continually shifting,

I am keeping it all together, complete

with ongoing improvements. 

I have a mountain inside of me, a moving bulwark of peace loving parts

ever so slowly being carved away

the softest parts turning to silt, this

headland surrounded by the waters

of peace and indifference.


And I know you love me anyway.


It is a stunning garden out there, perfect and warm and late

Bright long light our reward

A loveliness that wants lovers


The tourists below my studio windows trundle through January and then April and

Now this,

travel will never be

the same for me I stay home and stumble into heaven