Or at least I try to be
Magical, not ethereal, but rooted deep in time;
Turns out some of those routes are buried deep
While others are blocked permanently.
A deep love of many things;
Cats and writing and wastes of time
And games and gizmos and water color –
Though I lack skill in most of them –
Love deeper still for thrills and creation which hones a skill.
More often than I’d admit
My own perception, and your exception
Within my mind before they ever reach paper.
And perhaps my stories would be better worded if unhinged from fear.
But the fear is juicy and
Well I love juice
And take solace in twilight
Alone on a crowded shore.