Shakedown

Lamb’s Ear offers such a nuzzle

Soft and playful upon sun-made time.

Scents of eucalyptus and fire brick

I sleep content, in tangles of ivy.

-T

Room 320 (The Booth)

You close your eyes and slowly float inwards
Judgment, labels, insecurities together with worries safely behind the door
The darkness illuminated only by the sound of soul leaving body. Bouncing...
Bouncing up and down and around the four walls as if you're free for the first time
You're speaking a new language and everyone not only understands but
Each and every one of them Listens
We all have a booth or two or three in our lives
Where does your true self come out to play?
-V