God is the madwoman in the attic.
I'm camped out on the threshold with my journal, camera, and plenty of snacks.

Sunday, September 01, 2013

gratitude Sunday: his sleeplessness

peeking into his room I discover he is, again, not sleeping

instead he is building a farm (see the tractor) narrating his work
and singing little made up tunes as he goes

on these odd, freshly alone, nights, he is my good company
even as I tell him, "get back in bed!"

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