Hermitage time – one’s own path

Sometimes I choose to work with four elements,
Sometimes three,
or seven
or five
or one hundred eighteen
or thirteen.

This is why we each get to write our own book,
call it a journal,
book of Shadows,
recipe book,
poetry blog.

And I’ll read yours and you’ll read mine
and we’ll carry away what is also true for ourselves,
leaving the rest.

There’s a bird out there — it’s 4am, dark as pitch, but there’s a bird out there —
which makes a chipping noise like it ought to be a morning bird.
You do you, bird.
I’ll learn what I can from you.