The homing pigeon set free every morning Seeing things you can’t, out there in the broad landscapes the land of others and the sky of our making blend together over-watered watercolor Coming home to tell each other about the world out there in unintelligible coos; lean in, sit back we land together and touch hands

The past week or so, I’ve been struck by two realizations: I’m happy. I’m successful. Both things I’ve striven for, made plans, measured, scheduled. And then let go. Not consciously. I thought, I’ll revisit that later. Right now I have pressing things to attend to. I’ll get back to my…