I read 49 books in 2018.
What I have learned is
I’m happiest on my east-facing blue chair,
Mama’s silk blanket folded on my lap
gifted to me on my wedding day – a day my seasons changed.
On occasion I look up
from my Adelbayo or Ondaatje (or some other magical, mysterious name begging exploration)
to see the pear tree budding and flowering and letting go, just outside my window.
I can almost stroke her white flowers grazing the cool cheek of the pane.
And it is all I can do to say out loud
On behalf of all creators