I had this piece published in a small community newsletter:
Looking out on a sunny day consciously not knowing. Thinking about my next move and where it will leave me. Empty? Hoping, praying I will move past the realm of shadows. Do I detect a glimmer of warmth? Standing fast next to the window a flash comes in front of me. Knowing not if thisis a sign, I rush out thedoor to catch what runs by so quickly, however, like lightening it is gone. I am weak and stumbling. There is no way out of this daze. I retire for the evening. The next morning filling to capacity, I am still feeling hungry after my morning supper. A new day dawns yet I feel yesterday’s presence. There was no substituting the warm water flowing down my body for that one Intense moment, that was my crowningmoment in time. Where did it go?Wherever it is, I am lost along with it.