A Gift caught, let go, midway
If I let this sentence trickle throught my mind, I see a leaf caught in the hand on a walk and then set on its tumbling way again in the breeze.
Caught, let go, midway
The half light in the middle of the night coming through curtains from LED streetlights. An arm slung over a waist. Caught in the middle, in the middle of the bed. Then released as both turn over in their half sleep, midway to dawn.
Three gifts reaped
For gifts to be reaped, I suppose they must have been planted once. What gifts have I planted? Hopefully many over the years. Hopefully tiny gifts I didn't notice I was giving. Isn't that the way it is supposed to be?
I can't think of anything specific at the moment. So let's be general. I am reaping the gifts I sewed of the most prosaic of things. Two new chances to help people with their online marketing, reaped from a seed sown when I worked freelance. The chance to knit with delicious alpaca reaped from the seed sown from offering to knit for others. There. That's three things.