Existential malfunction

I step on the bathroom scales. The electronic display reads 0.0 kg. Note to self: Must work on becoming more grounded.

A reminder

Making the bed, I think how big it looks now, with one pillow in the centre instead of two side by side.

The old shed

Skin peels away from bone.
Eye sockets stare darkly.
Above them a hole
where someone tried to let the demons out.

Low contrast

A grey heron flies across a greyer sky, neck curled into an s, long legs trailing, each slow wing beat the flourish of a magician’s cloak.

Driving home

riding towards me

long grey hair beneath a faded bandanna

an aging biker

on a mobility scooter

An evening duet

out of time with the
dishwasher's two-tone samba
a lark is singing

Morning shower

As the hot water hits the back of my neck, the downy hairs along my spine rise and fall in a Mexican wave of pleasure.