part 4

I don't want to turn back time or clocks. Goodness no; re-do it all, even with the changes I could make? I couldn't take it. Suspect I said as much one August day, just before I did. Take. This. Life.

When I pull the notebook from my bedside drawer a barely half-formed poem I'd forgotten tumbles out. It may seem like a tangent, but right now it asks to be part of this long post. I don't know why, but I trust. So here it is.

i love

piano
acoustic guitar
natural drums and
voices breaking silence
into windswept rhythm

find me in it all
waist deep in tones
moments wrapped in
dreams pulse breath and

you

*images: Michael Parkes