a little nurture
his very minute I could wind myself into yarn around a slow book, knitting needle for a bookmark. Some days have all the stretch of long time and yet, with space wide like the fourth dimension, it isn't long enough and I want to pull the hours into taffy minutes. That's today. I need to pause and gain my feet again, imagining how they'll walk me, where they'll walk me, through tomorrow and tomorrows after.