10 thoughts on “Adrift”

1. Thank you. Needed that today. Not sure if what you were implying was what I inferred, but it still applied. And still made me feel more…connected…in the alone.

   Of course, reading it again, now feeling less distressed, it could also be a poem about Persie gobbling up donut crumbs in a squelchy yard. And Jack intervening. Which, in the mind of Persie, would probably still be pretty frikkin’ distressing.

   So. It all works.

   1. The thing I like best about words that don’t announce themselves but instead simply offer spaces in which many things might be poured …

      Is that I am always right.

      And so are you.

      1. Well, and came back to write that I didn’t mean that to sound as irreverent as it might have. I’m just hopeless at deciphering certain metaphors and seem to always read too much in.

         Your words are lovely. No donut or dog disrespect implied. Though, now I am hungry.

         1. What? Silly you.

            Maybe it IS about dogs and sugar.

            Maybe it totally is.

2. I’ve had too many cookies.

   1. It’s December 29th … so have we all.

3. Highs and lows, force fed families and cookies. Roller coastser worries and blergs. The end.

   1. Look at you!

      A poet.

4. So many pictures in my head. So many scenarios.
   I love when words shape shift as I read them.

   1. You are lovely to say so … thank you, Renee.

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