haiku eight

Every once in a while, early in the morning, I get a call from one of my dearest friends in the world. Both of us are busy so when we connect, we go to deep places in our conversations. We talk about things like: the thin ice of perfection and a love of incremental movements. When I hang up, I feel like I’ve eaten something crazy delicious and sipped Cristal.

sprig of lavender
jasmine star, tumble of sage
the world says hello