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
clusters~
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.
trish
