Moving at snail’s pace

As Monday quickly woke my eyes

I had no choice to realize

life is moving at snail’s pace

which is just fine.

My adventurous events have subsided

my outlook is empty, outlook email

my heart still insists on seeing

believing.

So it is this day I deploy

blown glass work and

a painting to match this ditty

of mixed words and silly notions

while clinging to petals in bloom..