Waking up to Mindful Writing Day, I found my first small stone before I was even out of bed!
A ripe new day ahead
expectant with small stones...
Each moment offering itself
for birth into words.
See, it begins already!
My eyes still opening,
the curtains not yet drawn.
Then approaching the very end of the day, coming home from work, I found a second...
A rubbish bin turned over,
I cycle my tyres carefully through this beautiful minefield,
shards of glass glinting like fallen stars
scattering a galaxy across the road.