I call them rhythms

ebbs and flows of days-

moments even-

solitude; busy-ness

company; quite alone.

not just days and moments either-

weeks months and years.

it is all rhythm


Life comes in clusters

and autumn, the fall of leaves

the falling away of long days of sunshine

of heat of sun overhead

of light and life

reminds me most poignantly that I am in the ebb

the clustering

of days, moments

seasons myself.

Studio wax is turned on.

Lights little used get flicked on in the late-rising daylight hours.

I enter into this new ebb

this cluster

as autumn descends and a new rhythm begins in

the creation of art

and me.

in love.