First of February, Half Moon

I have much work to do but am taking this moment to remeber who I am, what I am about, my heart’s desire. My heart’s desire, my truest self. Who am I on the page, off the page, when I am writing. The sun is brilliant today and the temperatures are warming. I am reading Mary Oliver’s book, Thirst. I am thirsty for lines in my head.

Sounds rolling off the top of my mouth and through my lips.