Inspired lull

Mid-afternoon is dragging.

People, like scallops:

Gold nuggets

in the net of my perception.

Beginnings

Are easy for me. They spring up all around: little green bits poking through.

Censoring mind be still please.

My job is not to judge, just to start.

All afternoon I've heard the mystical flute punctuating the stories told in the first nations gallery.

All afternoon I've hear the bells. From the buoy video. I can picture the waves in my mind.

Up and down.