Red dawns have been happening without me. This experience requires an exit procedure: Slipping out of a warm bed into cold stiff jeans, finding a pair of socks, keys, camera and mittens in an unlit house with an unlit mind. Sometimes this is beyond me.
Shhhh —somewhere earth is meeting water, water is lapping against light.
But elsewhere I am following rules: getting to work on time, obeying the dotted lines, not talking to strangers, writing a grocery list. Staying on task, staying within the lines.
After x number of days staying on task, I find myself tying silver maple leaves to knobs on kitchen cupboards,