The hum of a mini-fridge

Between sleeping and waking
I find myself
questioning
my location
            my existence

A mind preparing for morning
reaching
for proof
            for direction

A hum, not human
robs my attention
disturbing
the free flow of information

the answers, just beyond my fingertips
            slip

In the floating formless
I find myself
rested
content
in the not knowing

Thank you for stopping by. A moving celebration of a beautiful life took place yesterday in the foothills of the majestic Catalina Mountains. It was an honor to dance a final class with a long-time dancing friend. She will always be a jazz connection for me, only now my song suggestions, sent to her, will arrive in heaven. The spirit of a midwestern born, Boston educated (university/theater), Tucson retired play director & jazz dancer/teacher, was with us, soft stepping and beaming in joy. The playlist of a life well-lived. Wishing you a pleasant week ahead. Michele