like a drunk in a midnight choir
i have tried
in my way
to be free
Wow. I have had a whole huge schedule change these past couple of weeks, more on this later, that has taken me far, far away from my usual many hours a day of "me time." I have barely had a chance to take a vesper walk, for instance, and descend into the mystery of grass, twigs, leaves, sky, and discarded candy wrappers. So when I finally did get a chance last night, even the telephone wires seemed especially poetic.