I swoon and recoil at the tresses blowing
in an arbor without glow
or flame. These are reprieves. Respites
in the demands of sensation
and flow. Know this: you can you can
you can you can you can.

~ Margot Schilpp

“Everyone one of us has a fantasy of a ‘magical something’—a relationship, job, achievement, or possession—that will remove us from the treadmill that is real life.”