Glitter & Dust
Got this image of a dancer in my head. A graceful form, spinning. Supple arms casting out glitter and dust. Cue the slo-mo. Watch minutes and moments fall. Sunlight pouring through clouds…then sinking behind shadow. Speed up. Slow down. Circle. Ages, sweeping by.
I am exhausted. My hours are empty. Too much gray. Need more shine. Perhaps wine and sleep will open an old door.