3rd oz, a pour

Mornings like this calm me, strangely.. yes I could go back to sleep but then no writing’s done, and more importantly no living either, no collection, no meditation.  The day not even born yet– well, depends on who you ask.  But, I feel vocal calm in this sitting.  Knowing I’ll be back on the Road, traveling as I never did, and not to commute to bloody Mendo or Solano.  I’ll meet Mom and Dad somewhere, say that villa in Italy where they are now, I think, and my babies will wait for me to come home with more stories, gifts, and more more more stories.