the new big

the spiral bothers her now,
how neat and clean it seems
while Life is messy.
She likes to tear things up and glue them on.
Keep the beauty free of fancy.

It occurred to her
At the cabin/
Around the Flying Pig/
In the garden/
that Small
      is big
and the people,
their nuances and charms,
are worth
knowing.

Suddenly it's strange, how
achieving used to be her food
but now
it's

Just

Breathing~

the milky lavender of an unexpected iris,
the porch swing,
letters on handmade papers,
expressions on faces,
the words
marching
swaying
singing
           across tables and warm space,
the fluidity of ink&brushes.

She has Decided now

that

slowing down
Does Not mean
stopping...

             It only means

Starting
over
Smarter,

Letting wrinkled edges Win.