having changed…Giving Water in the morning, from Giving Water in the evening. At first, there was a gap. But now, everything is OK again. They are Ready.
Evenings now come fast. The world here is cooler, even, cold~ish. The water from the hose, cold~ish. That water on my feet, cold~ish. So….Mornings, when Sun has arisen and warmed the world. The water. my feet. Them, my Friends. Warm.
all this in this time span before Rain, when this world will take on its Own. so, for now.
they are not afraid, or even Shy. Put your hand out, they are there, as knowing you are part of it all, there, as just
something along the way to something else where they will jump to.
Orphan Wisdom 2018 Nights of Grief and Mystery Tour. Stephen Jenkinson and Gregory Hoskins. Go look. orphanwisdom.com
"the doors are pried open at night's end, and still many linger and can't leave or won't and there is something like Victory in the air, and a weary, luminous midnight rumour that, people, heretofore unknown to each other, can still join for the sake of the young among them and for the world entrusted to them, and that the Mercies count as Kin, and that wonder is the currency of the Gods"
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