Tuesday, February 28

in the early grey light of the bathroom, blackbirdsong streams in through the frosted glass.

Monday, February 27

my yoga teacher's words stay with me all day -

meeting and greeting what feels difficult

Friday, February 24

a guilty handful of crisps an hour before dinner
leave behind the smell of frying & a lick of salt

Thursday, February 23

a concentrated drop of light on the Buddha's golden chin