rasping in reverse.

What a flurry May was. I mused with June for a while before publishing this: I joked on social media that the oracle of this month had to make her rounds before visiting me; before we got back to work. And honestly? I am glad she took her time with me. I am glad all things that take time are finding their ripest place in a larger harmony.

It’s not lost on me: unless? It is.

And typing that beckons a curious smile from the side of my lips.

I have more to write this month, less to say. More to reflect with, less to actualize. And thus, inspiring a simpler, less cacophonous poem acting as our willing oracle for the month of June.

Play with it. Let it’s flavor linger

Sift it’s meaning or tuck it away

It’s Your Play.