Sunday’s church sign reads: Clean conscience, softer pillow I get it – vacuum out all the dirt inside and your head will be lighter and won’t press on the pillow as hard even an excellent idea if you don’t own a pillow or prefer a firm one also, the way it affects dreams I used to float above my town at night when I was very young, buoyed by a life free of stress then for many years was chased by monsters through mud, barely escaping death recently, dreams are con

the dogs and I walk square streets - four rights and we’re back home a trip to the grocery store is like a business trip, the doctor’s office, a reluctant outing eating out, an oh boy! adventure my universe ends at the town’s border friends live nearby or internet close my web of connections, now the net that holds me from a large, colorful painting, my life has withered to a black dot not black widow but garden spider no longer hungry for food but little joys wrappe

on a day I was walking slightly derailed, Barry and his dog Shadow stopped stopped to talk and lick, laugh and lick some more and without knowing it set me back on track sometimes a cup of coffee my favorite buttered bagel with a grapefruit chaser won’t get me moving sometimes I need a hand to realign my wheels kickstart the steam in the engine a push to get to my first stop like Barry and Shadow, I too have people waiting for me to pick them up and send them on the