delicious monster

it is kind of lovely to write to the ether. i wonder if anyone is listening. anytime frogs have sung their shamanic voices it nestles into my body, my memory, my heart. aren’t they all one. the moment transpires into a ripple of moonlight on water under mountains reflected by our momentous cosmos. delightful. unusually happy and sad, my friend and i collide she is bright and offers me sweet cakes under rain in the parking lot. people try to navigate around us, we are in our own world of appreciation. later my husband says he’s leaving. he comes back. there are two fires in us and the future will write itself. love is curious and we are worlds apart with maps that lead our return. 

that is why i leave the windows cracked. smoke can release itself from our walls. i stood in front of a thousand year old hearth and someone dreamed the same dream with me.