unfinished

Three days on the road we've been!

Down to Canberra for two full days of concerts…

then up to Sydney for a day of chocolate eating (and saying happy birthday to a sweet niece)…

And then, finally, home.

The family is asleep. It's midnight, and the dog is licking himself.

The kitten too.

A possum scuttles the tree outside.

I have to go to bed, but I've been so long gone, and I have so much to say!

It's like going to bed before you've said good night

like the word you have on the tip of your tongue

like a door held open

like a book put down with only a page left to read.

Unfinished is how I feel.


But it's too late to write all the Things and share all the Stuff—

the millions of firefly lights in my brain, waiting to be released.

And tomorrow, the day is big, again.


I'll wake and the day will rocket off,

me gripping it tightly,

perhaps straddling it, riding it bareback with my knees quivering,

while all the while,

the words will push to be written here, and the photos shared, the thoughts almost bursting…


I'll go because I have to,

and do the Busy that is us

living so large and so happy and so very

full.

But then?


I'll pause,

and I

will write and write and write

and write



(soon, I hope) :)