This has been a great month of April. My sister and eight-year-old nephew came.
To me, from Melbourne. We saw.
They left east as the second week began. To see.
Other places and faces.
A widely scattered, diverse family.
I love them dearly.
But, I was worn.
Then, ten hard days. Like the first eight weeks of disability.
Too worn to stare beyond the walls.
But, ideas came.
Voice recognition, I am learning to love you!
And I now have folders, labeled for all my concepts.
Ideas filling them with story.
The narration of my ideas is now.
A slurpy concrete.
Setting, in mind.