at the NutTree Peet’s, as we have so often but haven’t in weeks after being in the habit of making our own cold brew here at our VV home.

Starting work shift this morning, on my technical day off, writing in journal like a NUT.  All ideas falling from tree then new ones blooming.  I feel powerful this morning and again fearless, like nothing can touch or obstruct this newly-written writer.

Trying not to be garrulous.  More like a James Joyce mind than another other, speaking from him to this current SELF this morning – ‘I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today.’

Conviction convinces me of next moves as a writer.  And when some bots in their bench-bow slight my pages and scribbled aim, I can only laugh at them and the puss-mind they’re trapped in.

09:48…. So grateful, so strong.  Still early, still a whole day to SELF.  Writing offsite at some point, and know just where….  Down the street, to a glass of something red, people around me to write and capture and more literarily consider.

Life, where is should have always been but that’s the wrong thought lot.  I’m here now, I’m HERE.

NOW.

The most me that I could imagine.  And infinitely FREE, in a poem’s ease, defined in threes.