Stepping through the round door
Walking into Bilbo’s lair;
Searching for the tome with all of the answers:
A trimmed leather book of pages
read over and over
Full of childhood memories
Explanations of yesterday and the
few days before that
Expanding awareness along the
country Shire lane of existence, to experience
and create something new
Even if it doesn’t mean anything to anyone,
but you and me.
Narrating into view a little tin roof to offer protection
from the elements in the physical being
Knowing that understanding is hearing
and that there is nothing to creating your own reality;
believing in a Tolkien story and then
pushing forward to read something new,
to imagine the impossible.
This whicker rocking chair lifting forward to front
Tossing back to feel the movement
Enjoying a summer’s storm and
reading happy novella stories;
Predictable beginnings starting with the one line announcement
of him or her
My current selection of hoarding
moments to remember, begins with
“There once was a boy named…”
I am grateful for swag ❤