one.
on the 22nd day we met in the rain
and from Carney Pond we walked.
chatting in circle under the overpass,
successfully avoiding the splash.
two.
water. honey.
viscosity from high to low.
under the trees or beside the horse,
whatever be the flow.
three.
chitter chatter, chitter chatter,
say the red winged black birds up ahead.
we didn’t meet them that day,
for schedules and rain made for a slower pace instead.
four.
circling once and again,
not quite holding hands,
but with allied open hearts.
the constituency grew
to more than a few
for the duration of this start.
five.
we promised food, which did not make it through,
though the tea flowed three in kind.
by this blog we swear,
the snacks were there,
just not at the front of our minds.
why you ask,
well, it’s simple to see.
your renderings captivated our energies.
six.
my the constituents continue to ebb and flow,
weather permitting, or not.
next time we gather it’ll be colder,
though hopefully around something hot.
The FEELed lab 