I feel a sense of next
In everything.
"When finally I am able, I will."
"After this season, I will."
But there is no hurry
To next.
For time is a measurement of the progression of history through space
And in the present, I can in fact
see and hear and touch and taste and love and move and grow and learn and be
Let now be a moment in which nothing happens
And everything happens.
postscript
For day 11. Hmm. Still pondering whether this one is finished. I think there's more to say here. What do you think? From: "Much good happens in the space where nothing is happening." --Christa Wells