The Second Act

I stood, barefoot and braless, folding beach towels. New and fresh and clean in my small, crowded and dusty laundry hovel.

I folded in peace. I found my gratitude in this empty home-gone are my noisemakers for a fishing trip on a summery day on a summery lake in a summery state.

The sanctity of myself, my body, my creations and my soul exhale and reverberate in this space. Lord, never let this feeling end.