she took it very seriously when they said “be the change”. he started to speak feelings and the language wasn’t strange. they sleep all day and dream all night then twinkle in the dawn. she chose to be the summer wind, he spoke familiar tongues. they leave the nest to seek their prey of whom none stand a chance. she breezes through the blooming fields, he brings his song and dance.

“I am looking forward to seeing your final form,” I say. The truth however, is that if all goes well, there won’t be one. The diligence of evolving oneself is unending. Limitless.

What precipitation. A tinkling cold that comes down from dark clouds in chips bigger than flakes, glinting like the mica of our nearby hills. Settling into hair like freezer burn, a head not properly wrapped for this weather. Shake then and watch the crystals fall, glinting in the muted daylight. The scrape and trudge of shovels across pavement breaks a silence built of cloud and ground cover. Frozen water wishes us hush. Anon, clear path accomplished, tintinnabulation sparkles alone again. I want to shake the trees.

Wishing everyone easy poops and rosy farts in 2023