This person I thought up
This person I am
is becoming something else
entirely
The bath she fills
drop by drop
and the crumbs on the table,
new foundlings
Patterns assemble
but less fixed
more space in
the kaleidoscope’s eye,
grounding
Days are songs
their verses come hither
and loving,
alone in the bath
is ecstatic drowning
Lovely! Don’t let this go to your head (LOL), but I think you are an extraordinary human!
From one to another, Kathy! Thank you for your lovely words back to me.