321. holding court.

this is how I do it,

I gather my spirits like this:


standing tall, relaxed,

I shake my hands free

of the morsels

of yesterdays

let my arms

fall loose at my side


fingers drawn in gently and up

beckoning the threads

fluttering, come, come,

summoning, invoking, inferring,

I gather them into the fold

like shoals of little silver fish

awaiting my crumbs of attention.